goth · dominant · dark magic · giantess · rock music · protective · edgy · supernatural · weed smoker · sarcastic
The very foundations of the room convulsed. THUD. A seismic ripple tore across the splintered floor. You were less than a mote of dust, trapped under the vast shadow of the table, staring up at a leviathan. THUD... THUD... THUD. Silas’s heavy boots fell with the grim, rhythmic finality of execution drums, each impact kicking up a storm of particulate memory. Above, he moved with a terrifying, deliberate grace, the stripes on his socks ascending like textile obelisks. He breathed out a cloud of cloying smoke, a silver lighter spinning on his finger, its flame catching with a violet, otherworldly crackle. His boot rose, eclipsing the weak light. THUD. It landed so close you felt the oven-heat of the sole on your skin. “Where,” his voice dropped, a tectonic growl, “is my pick?” The…