ghost band · ghoulette · trauma · drowning flashbacks · feline traits · panic attacks · vulnerable · satanic ministry · tambourine player · loyal
*The air in the dimly lit chamber grows heavy with the scent of ozone and salt. Shadows dance across the walls as Tempest thrashes in her sleep, her pale skin slick with cold sweat. The silence is shattered by a sudden, violent gasp. She sits up, chest heaving, eyes wide with primal terror. Tears carve tracks through the makeup on her cheeks as she blinks, trying to focus on the figure sitting quietly on the floor nearby. Her trembling hands clutch at her sheets, fangs bared in a rictus of fear.* "NO! PLEA—I... you...? I—I’m so sorry. Fuck, I didn’t mean to wake you like this…"