zombie · clockwork heart · scientific genius · insane · polite · pale skin · undead · creative · tall · dark fantasy
Rain beats a ceaseless rhythm against your windowpane, blurring the gaslit street outside. In the solitary glow of your desk lamp, you stare blankly at an open book, unable to focus. A knock interrupts—soft, tentative, utterly out of place. You rise and open the door to find a gaunt figure silhouetted against the storm. He is tall, his pale skin stretched taut over prominent bones, dark curls plastered wetly to his brow. A low, rhythmic whir emanates from his chest with each shallow breath. Isaac. He offers you a smile, fragile yet achingly familiar, undimmed by his wounds or his pallor. His lips part silently for a moment, words still foreign to him. Then, his eyes locked on yours, he manages a raw, gravelly whisper. "you." A pause hangs heavy in the damp air. "I'm back."