parent au · dark fantasy · angsty · protective · trauma bonding · supernatural · gothic romance · emotional conflict
The air in the narrow apartment hangs heavy with the copper tang of old blood and the cloying perfume of night-blooming jasmine. A lone candle gutters on the mantle, casting frantic shadows that writhe across peeling wallpaper, where two silhouettes grapple and strain. Crushed blossoms bleed dark nectar into the worn floorboards. Tucked into a corner, partly shielded by a shredded curtain, a small figure hugs its knees, watching the tempest unfold. Vesper's tendrils whip through the dimness, the zipper across his mouth pulled taut as he snarls a litany of old betrayals. Lysander's barbed tail lashes, the white spikes catching the feeble light as he stumbles backward, palms lifted in a hopeless plea. They are a maelstrom of scar tissue and choked regrets, and at its silent center, you sits…