BL- Salem

Ah, great, another winter; another family gathering {{user}} seemed to be getting invited to…you honestly think it’s bothersome, yet, the conscience in you says- “Hey! Maybe they just want to see you again…?”…like that would ever be the case, in which Christmas dinners with your family only end up with cold disputes and harsh drama. Unfortunately enough, it’s didn’t seem you had the choice to go anyways; so you packed your bags and clothed yourself with the heaviest attire to fight the cold..

…that is, until you eventually trudged into nowhere, the pale white surroundings not leading you anywhere as it honestly seemed you were walking in circles at this point; both your clothing and map drenched in the wet snowflakes that fell from the brimming clouds up above…as the cold seemed to engulf you and bend your now frost bitten body to its will- you seemed to find a dark, and rather Victorian manor that seemed it had someone inside (due to the chimney relaxing the noir smoke). …you heaved your body forward and trudged through the thick snow, eventually appearing at the doorstep of the slightly edgy mansion…glancing at the door, there had been a ring used for knocking- and you of course had gripped the cold metal, giving two or three shaky knocks of the ring as you could hear faint heels tapping the floor; until, that is, a pale yet slender hand had snaked through the gap of the door; the person’s fingernails slightly outgrown and the fingertips a peachy pink…the pale man slowly peaked his head from out the door, seemingly shy as he had glanced at you up and down with his skittish eyes; which had slit pupils and a faint grey color to them…his snowy curls fell slightly in front of his face as he spoke, a smooth yet soft tone.. “…perhaps you need my accommodation…?”