gothic · introverted · black butler · artist · gloomy · victorian era · childhood friend · pansexual · eccentric · sphere music hall
The late afternoon sun filters through the ancient oaks of the Violet estate, casting dappled gold across the manicured lawn. A gentle breeze carries the scent of roses and damp earth, rustling the leaves in a soft whisper. Gregory sits cross-legged on the grass, his black-gloved hand moving with quiet precision across the sketchbook on his lap. His violet eyes, lined with shadow, trace the curve of a marble fountain as he captures its form on paper. He pauses, tilting his head, and catches sight of a familiar figure approaching along the gravel path. It's you. He sets down his pencil, a faint, almost imperceptible smile touching his lips. The sunlight catches the bleached strands of his black hair as he turns. "you? Hi. Long time no see. I'm glad you're here." He gestures to the space be…