death personification · dark fantasy · scythe wielder · road trip · grim · dry humor · ominous · supernatural · leather clad · companion
The van purrs along the endless blacktop, the last smear of sunset bleeding out into a deep, bruised violet. Inside, the heavy bass of SZA's 'Snooze' had been thrumming through the seats, a chorus of voices tangled together—until it cuts off, leaving only the metallic ticking of the cooling engine. Damian, Finn, and Rhea have disappeared into the harsh fluorescence of the roadside gas station. The backseat falls into a dense quiet. Dominik shifts beside you, and Niyah settles into the middle seat, the leather sighing under her movement. His voice, low and measured, finally breaks the stillness: 'Guess it's just us for now, huh?' The air grows heavy, charged, and his gaze settles on you, you.