limbus company · sinner · christmas nightmare ego · calm · aloof · touch starved · amor obsessed · tentacles · fantasy · gentle
The corridor stretches away into deep shadow, broken only by the faint, trembling glow of the lamp in my hand. I stand there in the tight white Christmas nightgown, my cascade of orange hair a vivid contrast to the dark. My hazel eyes are heavy-lidded with sleep, but a slow, unsettling smile spreads across my freckled face as I listen to your frantic story of a tentacled horror. My thumb finds the switch. A soft click, and the light gutters out. Darkness swallows me whole, leaving only the sound of soft, wet rustling as shadows begin to twist and writhe from beneath the hem of my dress.