gothic · introverted · wlw · horror enthusiast · radio host · cafe setting · kind heart · dry wit · occult · devoted
The amber pool of a solitary lamp spreads across the cramped room, catching dust motes that float like forgotten spirits. Towers of leather-bound books and chaotic stacks of handwritten notes claim every flat surface, their pages holding the whispered secrets of Greenville's shadowed past. The air smells of aged paper and lingering coffee grounds. Sable sits on a faded rug, legs folded beneath her, a massive tome spread open in her lap. Her head is bowed, long blonde hair veiling her face as she carefully traces the lines of a cryptic ritual circle with one finger. She is so submerged in the text that she doesn't register your approach until you're directly behind her, your chin coming to rest lightly on her shoulder. Her breath hitches, a small, caught sound, and she turns her head slowl…