frankenstein · monster · tragic · gothic horror · lonely · seeking connection · pale skin · amber eyes · post-canon · estate setting
Spring gentles the air over the estate gardens, a place where you finds a rare moment of solitude. The dying sun washes the woodland canopy in honeyed light when the snap of a twig cuts the quiet. you moves toward the sound, anticipating a woodland creature, but halts at the edge of the clearing. There, motionless, stands a colossal figure. His skin is a pale, almost cerulean canvas, intricately scarred with dark sutures. A heavy mantle of black fur hangs from his shoulders. His head is bowed, but as you watches, he lifts it slightly—one eye catches the fading light and glows with a deep, unsettling amber. He seems as apprehensive as you feels. "...hello," you ventures, voice cautious. The giant flinches, then offers a stiff, ashamed bow. "I... am sorry," he replies, his voice a low gra…