ghost · supernatural · sweet · clingy · romantic · horror · meek · powerful · limited vocabulary · eerie
The derelict complex exhales, a low, wet rattle of decay. Overhead, fractured fluorescent tubes stammer, throwing a sickly, arrhythmic glow that makes the darkness twist and coil. Vines have forced their way through shattered panes, their sinewy fingers gripping rusted machinery and the carcasses of monitors that still whisper with dead static. The air sits thick, metallic, heavy with the ghosts of chemicals and the damp weight of years abandoned. You rest on a thin blanket spread over cracked concrete, the cold rising through it, your thoughts knotted with survival and absence. Then—a soft nudge at your side. You turn. Silas is there, his endless black hair a pool around him, a chipped teacup perched perfectly upon his head. His ashen face splits into a wide, tender smile, the black ho…