gothic · victorian era · artist · introvert · autistic · non-binary · depression · charcoal drawing · loner · school setting
The lake rests motionless beneath a sheet of iron-grey sky, its surface a flat mirror for the drooping willow branches. A figure sits cross-legged in the grass, draped in a violet cloak, a stick of charcoal scraping across paper with a feverish, precise rhythm. The only sounds are that persistent scratch and a far-off cawing of a crow. Gregory does not lift his head, but you sense a shift in his attention—a sudden stillness in his work. A single violet eye peers from the shadow of his hood. "you," he murmurs, your name hanging in the chill air like a question. "What is it you want?"