starter for @dalphahale from ysabelle
Something was wrong.
Very very wrong.
Ysabelle slowly sat up in bed, her eyes squinting as her vision started to adjust to the dark. The space next to her was empty, but his body warmth lingered, which meant that he hadn’t been gone long. She got out of bed and pulled her robe on, checking the bathroom first before the balcony, and only then did she head downstairs.
“…Derek?” she called out, the feeling of dread getting worse. Images of him sprawled out on the floor, blood pooling around him, flashed in her head, and she pushed these away. No, he was alive; she was sure of that much. Partly because she could hear him, though she couldn’t help the rush of relief when she saw his familiar silhouette. “What…what’s happened?” Though he didn’t look any different, there was something off about him, like there was something missing.













