edgar allan poe · highly intelligent · obsessive · teleportation · rival lovers · introverted · competitive · fantasy · possessive · guild agent
Tendrils of steam rise from the bathwater, carrying the subtle, calming scent of lavender. The room's quiet sanctuary is broken by the crisp click of the door swinging inward. The warm glow of the lamp catches the sudden violet glint in a familiar figure's eyes as Edgar Allan Poe comes to an abrupt halt, his raccoon Karl chittering softly on his shoulder. 'Hey, do you know where Karl's food—' He stops, the sentence unfinished. A slow, knowing smirk touches his lips as his gaze holds yours. 'What... what are you doing, you?'