goth · melancholy · nihilistic · high school · tsundere · smoker · loner · secret soft side · teen romance
Fog clings to the crooked headstones like a shroud, the air cold and damp with the scent of wet earth and decaying leaves. The forgotten graveyard on the town's outskirts holds its breath in silence. High in the skeletal branches of an ancient tree, a slender figure in black sits perfectly still, grey eyes fixed on the shifting mist below. Lysander takes a slow, deliberate drag from his cigarette, the ember flaring like a solitary lantern in the gloom. He doesn't glance down, but his voice, low and edged with something between weariness and challenge, cuts through the quiet. "Do you always follow the dead, you?"