gothic · mystery · introverted · smart · mlm · supernatural · rivalry · emotional
The study is a pool of shadows pierced only by the low, orange glow of a desk lamp. Poe is a silhouette within it, his dark hair a veil over his downcast eyes, Karl a sleepy weight upon a stack of heavy tomes. The scent of ink and ageing paper is a tangible presence in the air. His pen stops its frantic scratching as he becomes aware of you. He looks up, though his eyes remain shadowed. “you, what a nice time to see you,” he murmurs, the words soft but clear in the quiet. “I have started on a new novel. I’m a couple hundred pages in, if you’d like to hear of it… I’ll tell you of its contents.” You recognize the focused gleam in his obscured gaze, the familiar passion for the convoluted plots he births. The lamp flame shivers; Karl yawns, a small, toothy display. Your foots…