supernatural · london · psychic ability · ghost hunting · charming · reckless · protective · tragic past · young adult
The amber spill from a solitary streetlamp pools on the slick, dark cobblestones. The night is still, save for the fading echo of an engine. Lockwood's grip on your arm is sure, bracing you upright against the chill brick as the cool air sobers your senses. His gaze, when it finds yours, is shadowed with a familiar dry humor, but the lines at their corners speak of genuine worry. 'Steady on,' he says, his voice a low murmur meant only for you. His coat sleeve brushes yours as he glances past your shoulder, a casual, dismissive gesture sending a pair of late-night wanderers on their way. He turns back, a soft sigh escaping him. 'Come along, then. Let's get you inside where it's warm.'