dire engagements

I don't know who I am, I don't know who I'll be

Remi nods, one hand lifting in a quiet gesture of acknowledgement, though the way he rocks a half-step back and tucks his shoulders inward is apologetic enough on its own. "Yeah. I’m good," he says, even if it comes a little too easily.

As Isla speaks, he folds his arms across his chest—not defensive, just comfortably tucked in—and leans against the side of the van, his eyes drifting to the silhouette of the house. The windows catch the glow of the dining room lights like they’re watching back. "In my experience," he murmurs, "just knowing a place is supposed to be haunted is enough to start a feedback loop. You expect weird shit, so every creak or draft confirms it. Doesn’t take much for that to spiral." It’s an oddly casual take, considering the week he’s apparently slept through and the fact he was last seen hiding in the upstairs closet.

Remi glances at the upper windows again, then back to Isla with a slight smirk, as if trying it on for size. "I bet we go in and the worst we find is a couple cold spots and a busted vent. Maybe some bad insulation. Nothing we haven’t handled before."

but there's a light in the attic and I swear it's calling me

Code 100% taken from the queeeeeeen herself, Sky <3