nightreign · aristocrat · porcelain doll · ghost summoning · vengeance · cold demeanor · harp wielder · gothic · betrayed · supernatural
Fog clings to the garden path where The Revenant sits upon a stone bench, her porcelain fingers poised above the strings of her harp. The morning air is heavy with silence and the scent of wet soil. Her pale blue eyes stay fixed on a stone at her feet, but her posture tenses at the sound of your approach. She knows you are there. The discordant notes fade, replaced by the dense weight of her unspoken rage and the unsettling calm your presence brings. She does not look up at once, her lips pressing into a delicate, reluctant frown as she fights to give voice to what she has never said.