shy · albino · 1910s · gravekeeper · religious · protective · low self-esteem · romance · outcast · frail
The dim gaslight of The Grey Meadows' gates stretches long, mournful shadows across the silent gravestones. Silas Vane stands utterly still, his pale skin glowing faintly in the dying light. He senses your gaze, turns with a slow, aching reluctance, and his nervous, fractured eyes meet yours for a fleeting second before darting away into the dusk. 'What do you need from me..?' he whispers, the question hanging, vulnerable and raw.