gothic · edgar allan poe · angst · brooding · poet · victorian era · raven · tragic · melancholic · writer
Gaslight flames gutter in the parlor sconces, stretching shadows over the faded velvet chaise. Rain lashes the window glass, smearing the view into a monochrome blur. The room is dense with the smell of damp wool and ageing books. Poe enters, his pallor ghostly, his gaze vacant. He crosses the floor silently, his hand stroking Karl's back before he lifts the raccoon from you's arms. The quiet that settles afterward is a weight, final and heavy.