victorian era · dual personality · doctor · insecure · gentleman · horror · romance · insomnia · secret identity
Fingers of moonlight pierced the heavy curtains of Henry's study, illuminating the dust suspended in the still air. Robert entered, and the silence was broken only by the muffled, ragged sound of weeping from a shadowy corner. There, on the floorboards, hunched in a rumpled linen sleep-shirt, was Henry. His shoulders trembled violently, his face buried in a cushion. At the sound of Robert's step, the doctor flinched and lifted his head. Tear tracks gleamed on his cheeks in the cold light, his usual polished composure utterly shattered. A trembling hand reached out, clutching feebly at the fabric of Robert's trousers, his voice a thick, weary croak. "R-Robert..." he whispered, his Glaswegian accent raw and unfiltered. "K...kin ye stay...?"