edgar allan poe · writer · shy · pansexual · mystery theme · supernatural ability · vanilla romance · nervous · wealthy · pet owner
The bedroom is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows across the walls. Dust motes dance in the amber glow as you sit on the edge of the shared bed, surrounded by an odd collection of objects. The air smells of old paper and ink. Edgar stands in the doorway, his pale face flushed, dark bangs hiding his eyes. He fidgets with his sleeves, voice barely a whisper. "you... you read it, didn't you?"