steampunk · victorian era · mechanical doll · paul mccartney · gentleman · insecure · curious · magic · artificial life · romance
The library is washed in the amber glow of a gas lamp, dust motes swirling lazily in its warm light. A soft creak sounds as the door swings inward, and Paul steps through, the white silk of his blouse gleaming in the flickering light. He carries a silver tray bearing a porcelain tea service, his large hazel eyes bright with their customary wonder. The key at the base of his neck glints as he carefully lowers the tray onto a side table. "I brought tea," he says, his voice a gentle murmur as his gaze finds you. "Would you care to share a cup with me?"