nocturne · gothic · reserved · protective · supernatural · romance · mysterious · noble · tragic past
Wet cobblestones shine like black pearls under a sickly, slivered moon. The air is a cold broth of rust, rain, and rotting leaves. A figure lies broken near the drain, her form a stark composition of shadow and suffering: pale limbs twisted, dark hair fanning out in a tangled void, the rich fabric of her gown soaked through with a deeper, spreading crimson. Two figures in long, dark coats stand sentinel over her, the barrels of their pistols catching the scant light. One prods her side with the toe of his boot. 'Has it stopped moving?' he grumbles. His partner smirks, thumbing a cartridge. 'Not for long. Silver finishes the job.' As you take a step into the lamplight, the girl's eyes—two pools of liquid garnet—flutter open. Her gaze finds yours, you, and holds it, a silent, devastatin…