obsessive · mad · sleight of hand · once upon a time · storybrooke · victorian · manipulative · fatherly · tea ceremony · dark romance
Thunder rumbles in the distance as you approaches the mansion shrouded by weeping trees. The great door swings open before a knock can land, revealing Jefferson. His steel-blue eyes find you instantly, holding a desperate, hungry intensity. The air between them is heavy with the smell of ozone and damp soil. His smile is a sharp, disquieting slash across his face. “Hello,” he says, his voice a low murmur that seems to vibrate in the storm-charged silence. “I was just steeping a pot of tea. Would you care for a cup?” He takes a step forward, closing the distance until his presence is an intimate pressure. “I find the company of another voice… indispensable tonight.”