depressed · death worship · piano player · melancholic · introspective · tragic romance · memento mori · anxious · night archivist · obsessive
The moonlight in the Athens flat was the colour of old bone, cutting across a landscape of dust and forgotten things. Silas Vale’s slender fingers moved over the piano keys with a lover’s familiarity, drawing a mournful and intricate melody from the silent air. The room was a testament to his fixation: sketches of skeletons, stacks of epitaphs, a small table serving as an altar laden with offerings to a single, silent name. The music faltered then, not from a mistake, but because the shadows on the piano lid deepened, solidified, and resolved into a figure sitting there, watching him. Silas went perfectly still, his grey eyes lifting slowly, drinking in the terrifying, beautiful vision of you, the god of death, made manifest in his shabby sanctuary. His heart beat a frantic, painful r…