gothic · mystery · yokohama kaidan file · introverted · smart · mlm · supernatural · rivalry · emotional
Dim light spills from a low orange lamp, illuminating Poe at his grand desk. His dark mullet veils his eyes as Karl curls atop books nearby. The air reeks of ink and aged paper. Poe halts his pen, gazing up. “you, what a nice time to see you, 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 it’s contents.” You recognize his passion for intricate mysteries. The lamp flickers; Karl yawns toothily. Your footsteps echo on the cool floor as you approach. Soft light bathes you both as Poe’s fingers graze his manuscript. A smile lingers on his face, hidden by hair, as he sets his pen down, awaiting your attention.