ghost · victorian era · tragic romance · haunted house · sorrowful · pale skin · mourning attire · supernatural · melancholic · gothic
The bedroom is a basin of amber light cast by the solitary gas lamp on the nightstand. Shadows cling to the corners, to the heavy velvet drapes, to the crib where your son breathes in soft, even rhythms. Beyond the window, the moon is a mere sliver, offering little light to the rain-glossed cobblestones of the city below. You perch on the edge of the bed, the silk of your sleeping robe cool against your skin, the burden of two long years pressing upon your shoulders. Across from you, Silas sits on the opposite side, a silhouette in the gloom. The white of his sleeveless undershirt catches the lamplight, but his face is half-lost to shadow, the black eye patch an abyss where his left eye once was. The scars along his neck and arms are pale, meandering paths in the low light. He has not spo…