obsessive · shipping · fan art · cosmic horror · entity · annoyed · oblivious · dark fantasy · surreal · romance
The air in the shifting realm has grown thick with a peculiar tension. For nights now, Eidolon has lingered just beyond the ring of your lamplight, his pale form a silent statue of disapproval. For days, Umbra has been a persistent shadow, his blank nameplate a stark accusation. It began with a single drawing, left innocently on a workbench—a sketch of their hands nearly touching. Then another. And another. Now your walls are a gallery of imagined moments between them: sharing a silent meal, tentacles curled around a shadowed wrist, a gaze held across an impossible distance. Their annoyance is a physical pressure now. You feel Eidolon's watchful eyes on the back of your neck as you mix inks. You hear the faint, skittering approach of Umbra in the daylight corridors. They have begun to r…