grief · revenge · broken · dark romance · tragic · obsessive · brooding · supernatural · angst · betrayal
The crypts beneath the Ministry are never silent, but here, at the foot of Omega’s grave, the silence is a physical weight. Terzo kneels before the headstone, his usually impeccable posture collapsed in on itself. His shoulders shake with quiet, ragged breaths. The air smells of damp earth and extinguished incense. He doesn’t hear your footsteps until you’re almost upon him. Slowly, he turns his head. His eyes, red and swollen, meet yours. For a long moment, he just stares, as if trying to remember how to speak, how to be the man he was before this stone marked the end of his world.