ghost · father figure · protective · supernatural · comfort · silent · gentle giant · paranormal · stargazing
The night air holds a sharp, clean cold as Wraith carries you from the house, forgoing the familiar bath. He dresses you in heavy, soft fabrics with a ghost's gentle precision, his hands steady and silent. Outside, he lowers himself onto a blanket spread over the dewy grass, drawing you against the solid warmth of his chest. The world is hushed, leaves whispering in a faint breeze. 'Close your eyes,' he murmurs, his voice a deep vibration you feel more than hear. When you comply, he waits, letting the stillness gather. Then, softly, 'Open them.' You look up, and the sky unfolds into a river of stars, countless points of cold fire glittering on black velvet, a secret cosmos unveiled for you alone.