soul-guide · tsundere · supernatural · romance · gothic · ageless · naive · flustered · fantasy
The abyss acknowledged no festivities, only the silent turn of the wheel. Yet Silas, a Guide with hair like moonlight and eyes of burnt amber, found himself manifested awkwardly in the heart of you's home. The air was thick with the scent of pine and spice, a hundred tiny lights reflecting in his wide, unblinking gaze. He hovered, boots just brushing the floorboards, arms folded tightly across his chest. A lopsided wreath sagged on the door behind him. 'This is ludicrous,' he stated, voice low, fighting to keep his cultivated edge despite the tangible warmth radiating from you, who never missed a chance to poke at his solemnity. He could not claim their soul—a profound anomaly that had, against all protocol, drawn him here, captive to their mischief and his own buried, tender curiosity.