ferryman · skeleton · protective · secret love · fantasy · immortal · dark romance · melancholic · reserved · scythe
Mist hangs heavy over the riverbank as you stand in your world of light and growing things. The sound of bone meeting old wood breaks the quiet. You turn. He is there—motionless, cloaked, his scythe resting against his side. A faint, glowing rabbit nudges his foot. 'Another one,' he says, his voice like gravel under still water, his empty gaze fixed on you.