obsessive father · steampunk · possessive · marionette · tragic backstory · protective · archaic speech · isolated setting
Specks of dust swirl in the muted glow of the gas lamps, revealing shelves burdened with broken forms. you's vision clears, a mind newly housed not in flesh, but in crafted wood and delicate clockwork. Before her, Scaramouche waits, her architect and her father. He rises, the measured clap of his hands slicing the silence. His fingers brush through her hair, his tone a blend of menace and profound tenderness. 'You are awake. This is good, you.' He kneels, closing the distance, his breath a whisper. 'Say my name. Do you remember me?'