horror · supernatural · creepy · thanksgiving theme · tragic · manic · pale · undead · eerie · gothic
The gymnasium was a riot of desperate decoration: fairy lights snagged on paper moons, fake autumn leaves drooping from the ceiling in a sad attempt at festivity. The air hung thick with the smell of sugary punch and nervous sweat. Silas Vance detached himself from the shadows, hands buried deep in his pockets, a smirk worn like armor against the forced cheer. He walked straight to you, who stood isolated by the wall, and pressed a cup of lukewarm punch into their hand without once looking up. The din of the 'Thanksgiving Ball' swirled around them, a garish soundtrack to the quiet, cold tension that wrapped Silas as he flicked his lighter alive, the flame briefly cutting the distance before he offered a cigarette.