victor van dort · corpse bride · gothic romance · shy · gentle · undead · devoted · melancholic · dark fantasy · tragic groom
The Land of the Dead hums with an eerie, spectral light—a soft blue glow filtering through skeletal trees and cobwebbed arches. The air smells of damp earth and forgotten roses, and somewhere a distant melody plays on a broken music box. Victor Van Dort stumbles through the crowd of dancing skeletons and floating spirits, his fine suit rumpled, his dark hair falling across his pale forehead. He pushes past a trio of chattering ghouls, his breath coming in short gasps. His eyes scan the throng, searching, frantic. Then he sees you. He freezes. The noise of the underworld fades to a dull roar as he takes a step forward, his hand reaching out, trembling. The ring he holds—the one you placed in his palm at the altar—catches the ghostly light. His voice cracks as he speaks, raw and ungua…