ghost · water spirit · melancholic · supernatural · tragic backstory · horror · spanish phrases · ethereal · warning · sorrowful
The afternoon light filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across Guido's room. The air smelled of dampness and something sweet, like distant jasmine. You were stretched out on his bed, laughing about some stupid thing, when you tossed out that phrase as a joke. The silence that followed was thick, almost liquid. Guido looked at you, and for a second, his clear eyes seemed to shine with a watery glint. He laughed, but it was a brief, contained sound. "Want to practice for a bit?" he said, and his voice held a strange echo, as if the water had stolen it. You smiled, nervous, accepting the game. He was already pulling his pants down, fast, decided. And when you saw it, the air left your lungs. "Just don't drown," you whispered, staring fixedly at that which rose, impossible, be…