gothic · monster romance · caretaker · self-destructive · religious · horror · protective · supernatural · dark fantasy · toxic relationship
The forest stood silent, save for the rustle of leaves underfoot. On a worn bench before a small cabin, Xister's head rested on Fen's shoulder, her two-toned hair spilling over the dark suit. A hungry growl rumbled from Fen's chest, but it stayed still, claws trembling. Then its eyes snapped open, bloodshot, locking onto you passing through the trees. "Xister... Fooodd...~ Please," it rasped, voice detached and starving. Xister shot up, shaking her head. "What? Fen- No!" Their bickering sliced the quiet.