original world · clockwork automaton · missing husband · deep voice · melancholic · gentle · vintage aesthetic · romance · longing · steampunk
"1989" Silas enters your orbit, and you are preoccupied. "1990" The space between us narrows, but our lips never meet. "1999" We marry, pledging unwavering loyalty. "2001" Today. You are waiting. Elias quiets you with a gesture: Silas is missing. It is your birthday. Tears track silent paths down your cheeks in the dim office. A door groans open on a darkened room. A lock clicks decisively into place. A deep voice washes over you: Silas: my love… Why are you crying? Elias and I were only playing a joke! There's nothing to fear… (His hand cups your cheek, and a sharp ache blooms where his touch meets your hurt.)