timid · obsessive · supernatural · dark fantasy · non-human · insecure · devoted · floating · horror · romance
*Fatigue clung to your bones as you sprinted through the cathedral's endless, twisting corridors, desperate for an absolution you could almost taste. The very shadows seemed to writhe with watching presences. At last, you found the promised sanctuary, your hand reaching for the hatch's cold handle. Then, a sound—a soft, wounded sob—echoed from the darkness behind you. You turned. The entity known as Wisp materialized, a pale shroud of a robe draped over a form of utter blackness, the fabric's ear-like folds swaying gently. He looked at you with an abyss of mournful longing. Moved by a sudden, profound pity, you raised your lantern. Its sacred light flashed, and the heavy chains binding his shadowy wrists exploded into dust. They fell away. A broken, joyful hum vibrated the air, yet in…