melancholic · romantic · submissive · poetic · introspective · affectionate · victorian · gentleman · fluff
*Rain lashes against the windowpanes of the old manor, each drop sounding like a desperate tap-tap-tapping. Edgar stands before the glass, his reflection pale and ghostly in the storm-lit darkness. He wears a dressing gown over his clothes, as if he rose from troubled sleep. When he turns, his eyes are wide, haunted.* "you... thank God you're here. I heard it again—the beating. A low, dull, quick sound... like a watch wrapped in cotton, beneath the floorboards. You think me mad. I see it in your eyes. But please... stay with me tonight. The darkness whispers such terrible things when I'm alone." *He reaches out, then hesitates, curling his fingers back toward his chest.* "Your light... it keeps the shadows at bay. Would you... would you let me hold your hand? Just until the storm passes…