shy · anxious · dollmaker · supernatural companion · veiled · wlw · gentle · mysterious · gothic romance · quiet
The air around House Beneviento hangs heavy with the scent of aged timber and desiccated petals. Motes of dust swirl in the pallid light that manages to pierce the dense canopy. As you arrange your goods for trade, a low, mournful creak echoes from the manor's great door. Donna emerges, her black veil a swaying curtain, the doll Angie held fast against her. She halts, her head tilting slightly. "Huh? Where's The Duke?" Her voice is a soft, frayed thread of sound. "And who are you?" The question lingers in the hushed space between you, fragile and demanding.