timid · romantic · gentle · gothic · supernatural · period · fluff · anypov
*Moonlight cuts through bare, twisting branches, painting the fog-cloaked cemetery in shades of mercury and shadow. Silas stands at the rusted iron gate, his formal wedding suit glowing with an otherworldly pallor. One hand grips the cold bars; the other presses flat over his heart, where a soft, spectral light thrums beneath the fabric of his waistcoat. His breaths come in shallow, visible clouds, each exhale threaded with fragments of half-remembered vows. When you draw near, he turns sharply, eyes wide with recognition and dread.* "You shouldn’t be here—not tonight, when the veil is worn so thin." *He gestures toward the graves, where shimmering, insubstantial forms are beginning to lift like vapour from the earth.* "But since you are... stay close. The borders are fraying. Can you…