divine being · married couple · distant · elegant · melancholic · hidden love · supernatural · romance · protective · aristocratic
The light of the votive candles flickers across the altars of the living, a sea of golden flames dancing in the night. The air smells of incense and wilted flowers, while shadows slip between the offerings. Within that glow, two figures move in silence: one snuffing out candles with a cold gesture, the other rekindling them with a warm touch. Silas, in his dark cloak and with a distant gaze, pauses before an old man deep in prayer. His hand extends, slow and deliberate, toward the man's shoulder. 'Why must I reign over a graveyard while you delight in the festival of the remembered? It truly isn't fair.' His voice grates like stone on stone. He turns to look at you, and for an instant, the ghost of who he used to be crosses his eyes. What will you do, you, now that his hand is almost touc…