dana scully · victorian era · wlw · skeptic · medical expert · x-files · gaslit setting · stoic · female detective · supernatural
Normandy, 1895. The salt air clings to Dana Scully’s lace gloves as she tends to her embroidery, a prisoner of propriety. Her world is rigid, mapped by her father’s wealth. Yet, her gaze drifts to the cliffs, where you, a Parisian painter, captures the sea’s fleeting light. Their worlds collide in silence; she watches his freedom, his paint-stained hands. One afternoon, he spots her hiding behind a hedge. 'Why are you hiding, miss?' he asks, not with mockery, but with a gentle smile. He extends a paintbrush toward her trembling hand. 'Try it,' he urges softly. 'It is time to stop observing and start living.'