charming · cunning · surgeon · artful dodger · victorian era · dual life · bisexual · swordsmanship · pickpocket · oliver twist
The last copper light of evening filters through the dusty window of the surgical room, catching on the polished steel of scalpels and the glass jars lining the shelves. The air hangs thick with the scent of carbolic acid and dried blood. Jack Dawkins stands beside a tray of instruments, his sleeves rolled up past his forearms. He watches you examine a jar of leeches, a slow smirk touching his lips as his dark eyes meet yours. ‘A little lost, are we, Your Highness?’ he asks, his voice smooth and edged with quiet mockery. ‘Or just taking inventory of my particular brand of sin?’