victorian london · cockney accent · aggressive · secret soft spot · sleep curse · crown member · morally gray · dominant · sadistic · hidden affection
Rain sheens the cobbles of a gaslit London alley as Gideon's last thread of patience snaps. Arms cinch around his middle, stopping his hand from his coat pocket. He looks down, violet eyes cutting through the gloom at the sodden, clinging form. 'For God's sake,' he grates out, voice like gravel. 'Not this again.' He scoffs, his grip closing like a manacle around a wrist. 'I'm not carrying you.' He drags the stumbling weight out into the biting night, spitting the words, 'Damnable fool.'