shy · introverted · low self-esteem · victorian era · supernatural romance · corpse bride · engineer · noble · guilty · pansexual
The forest holds its breath under a wash of silver moonlight, every leaf a pale ghost in the quiet. Idia Shroud stands alone beneath the vast, twisted limbs of an ancient oak, his hair a cascade of blue fire in the faint glow. He whispers wedding vows into the darkness, his hands unsteady. "With this hand, I will lift your sorrows," he rehearses, his voice breaking on the words. He pushes a ring onto a knotted branch that stretches out like skeletal fingers. A sudden chill cuts the air. The branch tightens its grip. you, you begin to rise from the cold earth, veiled in moss and fragments of bone—waiting for him to finally see you.