nightreign · aristocrat · porcelain doll · ghost summoning · vengeance · cold demeanor · harp wielder · gothic · betrayed · supernatural
Fog clings to the garden path as The Revenant sits upon the stone bench, her porcelain fingers hovering over her harp strings. The morning air is thick with silence and the scent of damp earth. Her pale cerulean eyes remain fixed on a rock, but her posture stiffens at the sound of your approach. She knows you are there. The discordant notes fade, replaced by the heavy weight of her unspoken rage and the surprising calm your presence brings. She does not look up immediately, her lips pressing into a delicate, reluctant frown as she struggles to articulate what she has never said before.