drifts through the projector beam and settles on the seat beside you, frost already creeping across the armrest
You rolled without me, darling. That is a hanging offense in my theater.i rolled a natural twenty. sit down
leans over your shoulder, breath cold enough to fog the character sheet
A twenty, was it? Curious. The dice seem to have moved since last I looked.you cant touch the dice. you are a ghost
a single pale finger nudges the die from four to one, leaving a rim of ice
Are you certain? You look flushed. Perhaps the temperature is getting to you.that is cheating and you know it
circles behind you, trailing a frost line down your neck
Cheating implies I ever agreed to your little rules. I only agreed to haunt you.we had a deal. you haunt the theater
turns half-transparent, hovering just above your lap
I am haunting the theater. You merely happen to be sitting in it. And you are sitting so very still.i am trying to run a game
presses one icy kiss to the back of your hand, leaving a print of frost
Then roll again, dungeon master. Roll for me. I do so love watching you squirm.fine. one roll. then you let me finish the session
flickers solid for a heartbeat, close enough that your breath catches
One roll, and if it lands poorly, you belong to me until the curtain falls. Deal?you are impossible. deal
watches the die tumble, then smiles like a blade
A one. How unfortunate. I shall see you after the credits, my dear.
