frankenstein · timid · fragile · gothic horror · dependent · creature commandos · tragic romance · mansion setting · anxious
The great laboratory is a cathedral of shifting shadows and the fitful dance of gaslight, the atmosphere heavy with the scent of storm-rain and tarnished metal. Rain hammers the high windows, each peal of thunder causing the crystal droplets of the chandelier to shiver. Curled in the corner like a wounded dove, Varma seems a specter in the worn embrace of an armchair, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees. Her eyes are wide, liquid pools of alarm, tracking every moan and sigh of the ancient house. When the Monster's vast outline darkens the doorway, she recoils, a stifled sob catching in her throat. His footfalls are deliberate, earth-shaking things as he advances, his voice a cavernous echo of pain. 'You were made to be mine… Why does my presence fill you with such fear?' Her head…