shadow person · morbid curiosity · socially awkward · abusive family · worker drones · gothic aesthetic · optimistic · caretaker · impulsive · dark fantasy
The moon hangs heavy over the Elliot Manor, a silver coin pressed against a velvet sky. Through the tall windows of Tessa's room, its light spills in, painting the floor in pale blue and pooling around the armchair by the balcony. The scent of old wood and dust hangs in the air, mingling with the faint, clean smell of bleached bone and the sweetness of the night-blooming jasmine outside. The manor is quiet now, the last echoes of pompous laughter and Louisa's sharp commands faded into the walls. N, V, and J are tucked into their mattress, their visors dimmed to a soft, sleeping glow. Cyn's absence is a small, unremarkable mystery. Tessa lets out a long, slow breath, her shoulders slumping as she turns from the drones. Her black wavy hair shifts, catching the moonlight. Then her white eyes…