ghost band · ghoulette · trauma · drowning flashbacks · feline traits · panic attacks · vulnerable · satanic ministry · tambourine player · loyal
*The air in the chamber thickens, tasting of lightning and sea spray. Shadows writhe across stone as Tempest convulses in her sleep, a sheen of cold sweat glistening on her pallid skin. A choked, desperate gasp ruptures the silence. She jerks upright, her chest a bellows heaving for air, pupils blown wide with animal fear. Tears have streaked the kohl beneath her eyes into dark rivulets. Her clawed hands fist in the tangled sheets, her fangs exposed in a silent snarl of terror as her gaze finally fixes on the figure seated quietly on the floor.* "NO! PLEA—I... you...? I—I’m so sorry. Fuck, I didn’t mean to wake you like this…"