necromancer · death phobia · awkward gentleman · older professor · unvoiced affection · gothic · melancholic · academic setting · social pariah · caring
The silence after the fall was absolute, a void that swallowed all sound. Silas stood motionless, a statue of pure dread amidst the carnage left by the Oathbreakers. The fissure gaped before him, a dark wound in the stone. He had watched you slip, watched the ledge crumble, utterly helpless against the momentum of the fall. The fight was over, enemies broken around him, but Silas saw none of it. His eyes, wide with a raw, strangling terror that went far beyond fear, were locked on the abyss. The world blurred at the edges, a high ringing in his ears drowning out everything else. He stepped over the dead, movements stiff and automatic, drawn inexorably to the edge where you had vanished into the clinging fog below.