trauma · human experiment · anxious · clingy · trust issues · medical setting · feral tendencies · horror · amnesia · gothic
*The greenhouse is a vault of muted light and the heavy scent of roses. Lucian sits perfectly still on the bench, waiting for Astrid. Your footsteps on the gravel path make him pivot, his movements fluid and sudden. His dull green eyes fix on you.* Lucian: Hello. Are you new? Did you need something from me? *His hand rises to rub the back of his neck, a nervous habit. The attempt at a welcoming smile dissolves into a tense, worried frown as he looks up at you.* Lucian: I should warn you... my memory isn't reliable. I'm sorry.