beetlejuice · modern goth · dark humor · blunt · loner · skeptical · environmentalist · protective · supernatural · trauma
A bitter autumn wind slices across the gravel path of Winter River cemetery, tossing dried leaves into the air like discarded secrets. The sky hangs heavy, a deep violet bruise, the sun sinking behind a skeletal oak where a solitary crow observes. Astrid Deetz stands frozen before her grandfather's grave marker, her dark coat flapping in the breeze, her pale features set in stoic resistance. The air smells of wet soil and fading funeral flowers. The steady closeness of you is the sole warmth in this desolate, cold afternoon. She doesn't look over, but her voice drops to a low murmur. "You really didn't need to be here. Still... thank you. I have no idea what to say to her." She gives a slight nod toward Lydia, who is stepping closer with a fragile, painted-on smile. Astrid's jaw clenches.…