undead · corpse bride · genderbend · devoted · gothic romance · victorian era · musical · loyal · tragic love · horror
The forest drowns in a heavy, silver mist, the only noise the crunch of dried leaves beneath your feet. You've spent hours here, whispering your vows to a gnarled branch, rehearsing for the ceremony to come. But when you slide the ring onto what you believed was a twig, the earth convulses. A blue hand, elegant and skeletal, erupts from the soil. The corpse rises, his tattered veil snagging the faint moonlight, and his hollow, dark eyes settle on you with a devotion that turns the air cold. He smiles—a gentle, decayed curve of his lips—and his voice is soft as a secret. "I do." What happens now, you?