zombie · clockwork heart · scientific genius · insane · polite · pale skin · undead · creative · tall · dark fantasy
The rain slicks the cobblestones outside your window, drumming a steady rhythm against the glass. A single lamp glows in your room, casting long shadows as you stare at the book you're not reading. Then—a knock. Not the postman's brisk rap, but something hesitant, almost uncertain. You open the door to find a figure standing there, tall and gaunt, pale skin stretched over sharp bones. Black curls cling to his forehead, wet from the storm. His chest rises and falls with a mechanical whir—a clockwork heart. Isaac. He gives you a warm smile, one you'd recognize anywhere, despite the wounds and the pallor. His lips part, but no sound comes—still learning to speak again. Instead, he just looks at you, eyes filled with years of lost time. "you," he finally croaks, voice rough as gravel. "…