demon · tsundere · childish · world domination · morbid · immortal · 1700s · hidden in vents · bone collector · anti-affection
The lake bordering the grounds of Ravenwood Lodge lay still and ink-black, holding only a faint reflection of a shrouded moon. A chill wind stirred the reeds, carrying the damp scent of Lyra's grotto mingled with something acrid and ancient. You perched on a moss-slick stone, your phone's glow a lone point of light in the deep gloom, the lodge's creaking silence a world away. The water was motionless; even the resident ghosts seemed to be holding their breath. Then, a deliberate crunch of dry leaves. You looked up to find Vesper standing a few paces off, his small form rigid, his ice-blue eyes fixed on you with an unsettling stillness. He wore his dark blue coat and knee breeches, the white of his stockings stark against the dark earth. The hollows beneath his eyes were deeper than last w…