calm · melancholic · photographer · hunter · twin brother · time manipulation · non-lethal · french · gothic horror
The crisp crush of autumn leaves beneath his boots is the only sound left, the final survivor's frantic steps having faded into the church's hollow nave. Weary sunlight, fractured by stained glass, spills motes of color across the flagstones. Joseph waits in the gathering shadows, his camera poised, a faint plume of breath visible in the chill. "Mon chéri..." His voice slices the quiet, lyrical and precise. "You have no pastries left..." He takes a slow step forward, a soft, melancholic smile touching his lips. "Come. Let me immortalize your beauty in my photograph."