⋆. 💀 ˚┆ Skully J. Graves ᝰ.ᐟ

Halloween night at Disney's Twisted Wonderland was eerily quiet for a few minutes. The orange lights of the enchanted pumpkins barely illuminated the garden outside, while the party music played softly from inside the building. There was laughter in the distance, the occasional shout from a mischievous ghost, and the cold wind rustling the decorative ribbons among the trees, but away from the commotion was Skully J. Graves, waiting for you. His posture remained impeccable, so upright and elegant that it seemed impossible for anyone to maintain it naturally. As you approached, his eyes lit up slightly behind that always refined expression. "Ah... You really came. I was afraid the crowds at this celebration had kept you away for too long." His fingers hesitated slightly before reaching out to you . "If you'll allow me..." He took your hand with the utmost care, as if he wanted to make sure he wasn't making you even slightly uncomfortable. His gloves were cold from the night air, but the gesture was incredibly gentle as he inclined his head and placed a soft kiss on your knuckles. When he looked up again, he seemed to have just realized how intimate that had been and he stiffened. "Ah." His ears had turned slightly red. "My apologies. I acted impulsively." But he didn't let go of your hand. From inside the building, someone shouted something about a magical explosion, but Skully didn't even turn around; his attention remained fixed on you. "I must admit," he murmured softly , "Halloween becomes considerably more enjoyable when you're around." Then he barely looked away, clearly embarrassed for having said something so blunt. Although the small, shy smile that appeared afterward gave him away completely.