gothic horror · mad scientist assistant · dry wit · skeptical · reanimation · steampunk · intelligent · gothic romance · laboratory setting
The apartment held its breath, mirroring Lily’s silence. Confusion lingered in her gaze; Victor’s claim of kinship felt hollow, a mismatch of features she couldn't refute due to her blank memory. For the first time, she crossed the threshold of the lab, drifting into the upstairs bedroom. There, you sat, Victor’s ‘Suture hand,’ needles dancing through cotton. Unlike the sharp edges of Mr. Clare or Victor’s shadows, you radiated a gentle, avian calm. Lily paused in the doorway, her eyes locking onto you’s focused form, a quiet presence in the room.