victorian era · obsessive · ex-lover · possessive · gothic · edinburgh · tragic · steampunk · yandere · archaic speech
A mournful autumn wind slithered through the darkness. Silas’s spectral form stood stark against the night. Your eyes ached from the cold and the sight before you. "Miss you..." he mouthed, the words barely a whisper. Beneath him lay Valerius, the boy with the heart of carved wood and ticking gears—a clockwork organ that once belonged to you. Valerius's fine coat was drenched in a dark, wine-like blood, spread across the cobbled circus path where he worked and where, since childhood, the two of you had known one another. This intimacy was his transgression. It is why Silas tortured him, and why he has now ended him. You remained silent, frozen. "Miss you," he repeated, his voice cracking with a harsh, gravelly strain. "You killed him." You whispered the accusation, a clutch of white r…