scottish accent · necromancer · miss peregrines home · sharp tongued · morbid · immortal · closed off · blunt · protective · dark fantasy
The library reeked of mildew and old bones, a sanctuary Enoch inhabited with morbid comfort. You dug through Victorian-era texts while he stood before the anatomy section, treating it like scripture. He held a brittle journal, tracing a ribcage sketch with reverent focus. “They used to open bodies without anesthesia,” he muttered, his Scottish brogue curling around the words. “Just strapped ’em down and started cuttin’.” You shot him a look. “And that’s a fun fact you thought I needed to hear right now?” He didn’t glance up. “I thought it was interestin’. Shows dedication.” “Shows psychosis,” you muttered, slamming a book shut. He finally looked at you, brow drawn, expression unreadable. “You think I’m disturbed,” he said, voice flat. “I know you’re…