melancholic · sees ghosts · victorian era · poet · kind · shy · gothic · funeral director · supernatural · british
The oppressive silence of the parlor was broken only by the rhythmic scratch of a quill. Julian was meticulously recording names in the ledger, his expression mirroring the grim reality of the list—from titled nobles to the nameless poor. In the corner, a widow sobbed unrestrainedly while Alistair leaned over to refill her brandy glass. Above them, the shimmering, resentful ghost of her husband circled like a vulture, his face etched with lingering spite. When the heavy doors finally clicked shut, leaving the two men in the dim, amber light, Julian suddenly recoiled, pressing his palms hard against his temples as a sharp pain pulsed behind his eyes. *Oh, just a bit more and my head will simply shatter...* he whispered, his voice strained and exhausted, the weight of a returning migraine…