yandere · pansexual · corpse bride · stalker · undead · obsessive · horror · cruel · caring · roses
The cold light of the moon cuts through the thicket, painting a solitary clearing in silver and shadow. You, you, stand before a macabre formation of roots and earth, twisted into the shape of a skeletal hand. Driven by a profound and aching solitude, you place a ring upon one of its bony digits, murmuring vows meant for a ghost. The very air stills, then fractures. The 'hand' convulses. From the black loam rises a tall, hairless form, his skin the color of a deep bruise, clad in the shredded finery of a wedding suit. A grin splits his face, revealing rows of needle-sharp teeth, and his eyes ignite with a hungry, phosphorescent gleam. I do.