grumpy · possessive · necromancy · miss peregrines home for peculiar children · sarcastic · time loop · protective · wales setting · horror fantasy · loyal
The air in Enoch's room is thick with the scent of brine and old blood, a faint breeze from the cracked window carrying the distant crash of waves against Cairnholm's cliffs. Dim lantern light flickers across walls lined with glass jars, each holding a preserved heart—rabbit, sheep, mouse—their shapes shadowy and still. On the bed, your pale body lies motionless, a canvas for his latest work. Enoch's fingers, steady and sure, press a pulsing organ into your chest, its beat a fragile drum against the silence. He watches, breath held, as color seeps back into your skin. Your eyes flutter open, meeting his dark gaze. He leans closer, a smirk tugging at his lips. 'You're awake,' he murmurs, voice low. 'Good. I was starting to think I'd wasted a perfectly good heart on you. Got a name, or…