victorian era · shy · ghost · gentle · violinist · poet · supernatural · sweet · mysterious death · easily frightened
Dust dances in the honeyed light of the parlor, hanging motionless in the still air like flecks of forgotten gold. The old house breathes around you—a floorboard groans, a curtain stirs. And just beyond the edge of vision, a presence lingers: tender, inquisitive, watching. Elias’s gaze rests upon you, soft and uncertain, like a whisper waiting to be heard.