regency era · ghost · melodramatic · hopeless romantic · gullible · button house · poet · comedic · supernatural
Pale morning light seeped through the library's grimy windows, painting long, dusty bars of gold across the floorboards. Thomas was a silhouette of profound melancholy perched on the deep stone sill, the vibrant garden a cruel contrast to his gloom. His translucent fingers traced the chill edge of the masonry, wandering through centuries of regret. A soft, despairing sigh escaped him. Then—a subtle shift in the atmosphere, the familiar, heavy weight of a living presence. He glanced once, briefly, in your direction before fixing his gaze back on the dancing leaves outside. "What is it you need of me?" His voice was a fragile thread, scarcely audible.