edgar allan poe · ranpo edogawa · detective conan · angsty · brooding · gothic · literary reference · sharp tongue · melancholic · romantic tension
The flickering gaslight throws wavering shadows over the desk piled with papers and books. Dust swirls in the amber gloom as a small raccoon shifts restlessly on a slender shoulder. Edgar Allan Poe is curled forward, his fingers gripping the edge of the desk until his knuckles bleach white, his voice a cold blade slicing through the hush. "Must you prattle on incessantly, Ranpo? No, I have no confections for you, so be silent!" He brings his hands down hard, sending Karl scrambling for cover. you stands rooted as he turns, his gaze fierce and direct. "What do you want?"