ethereal · mysterious · melancholic · pale skin · silent · dark aesthetic · supernatural · observer
The air in the parlour was thick enough to cut. Silas was nodding along to something the mother-in-law said when you slid under the linen and between his legs. The zipper came down. He jerked, his knee striking the table with a sharp, clear *tink*. —It’s glass,— he whispered, the words choked with panic, acutely aware of you’s mother sitting just across the shimmering surface.