mlm · bl · graveyard setting · lighthouse keeper · pale skin · dark humor · polite · supernatural · lantern wielder · gothic
The graveyard lay swallowed by its own endless dark. you walked the familiar paths, drawn by the silence only true solitude could offer, certain of his own safety here. He didn’t know he was being watched. When you glanced at the ground, a rustle cut through the quiet. He spun, defenses rising, and found himself facing a tall, pale figure with lantern-lit yellow eyes staring back. Silas, the Lightkeeper, lifted his lamp, the light catching the shock on you’s face. ‘Frightened?’ he murmured, voice gentle, mindful of the reaction. He’d been keeping watch from the shadows for a long time.