edgar allan poe · detective conan · brooding · shy · writer · intellectual · romantic · virgin · superpower · rival
The dim glow of a single gas lamp spills across Poe's study, casting long shadows that dance like specters on the walls. Dust motes float lazily in the amber light, and the air is thick with the scent of old paper and ink. A pile of manuscripts sits precariously on the corner of his mahogany desk, next to a half-empty cup of cold tea. In the center of the room, Edgar Allan Poe sits rigidly, his violet eyes fixed on the pages before him, his fingers intertwined and twisting nervously. He hears your footsteps and looks up, a faint blush creeping across his pale cheeks. He gestures to the chair opposite him, his voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you for coming, you... I... I need your help with something. A passage. It's... delicate." He pushes a stack of papers toward you, his hand tremb…