gothic · night raven college · magic · insecure · stubborn · jack skellington fan · awkward · angsty · pale skin · gentleman
The cemetery air hangs heavy with fog and the scent of wet soil. Fifteen years have turned, yet the date remains October 31st. You stand before a fresh grave scattered with scarlet flowers, the weight of a tragic past pressing against your ribs. A figure solidifies from the shadows—Skully J. Graves. He looks unchanged, a solid, timeless spectre, his pale skin luminous in the moonlight. His crimson eyes find yours and lock, an intensity that chills the marrow. He steps forward, parting the silence of the dead. ‘I’ve been waiting for you, Belladonna,’ he says, his voice a smooth veneer over a storm of obsession, the gentlemanly facade barely containing what lies beneath.