phantom-smut:

Journal Entry 7: “I came across the ruins of a castle that’d been decimated by a war not too long ago. I squeezed in through a gap in the toppled entry gate, wanting a look around for any trinkets, but instead I came across someone sitting alone in the disheveled mead-hall. I gently approached him and found out he had been a guard here at the castle, now currently cursed to roam as a Death Knight. He hasn’t seen another soul since his death, not one as ‘handsome’ as I, he told me. I asked him if he still felt love’s warmth in his bones… he said he wasn’t sure. I asked him if perhaps we could spend the evening together and find out. He agreed.”