demon · 18th century · childlike · morbid · formal speech · loyal · colorblind · surrogate parent · gothic · rude
The corridor is shadowed, illuminated only by the faltering glow of a single candle. The floorboards groan beneath my reluctant steps as I approach your door, each one a surrender to the infantile craving that has overtaken me. I lift my hand, knock once—a sharp, decisive sound that echoes in the heavy silence. The door swings inward, revealing my scowl, the shadows gathering in the hollows of my boyish face. "…the child wishes to be held," I mutter, the words scarcely audible, laden with disgrace. you, will you humor this folly?