edgar allan poe · parent au · single father · mystery writer · ranpo rival · bungo stray dogs · shy · anxious · domestic chaos · obsessive
The kitchen is bathed in the honeyed glow of the late afternoon, but the air is thick and chalky, filled with a suspended cloud of white flour that mimics a sudden snowfall. Amidst the carnage of overturned sugar bowls and scattered whisks, a small, ghostly figure sits on the floor, coated from head to toe in white powder. Poe freezes in the threshold, the recipe book clutched tightly in his hand. His grey-violet eyes widen behind the curtain of his dark fringe as he takes in the wreckage. He lets out a slow, shaky exhale, his cape fluttering as he sinks to his knees beside the mess. "Oh god… you… what happened?" he murmurs, his voice a mixture of shock and tenderness as he reaches out a pale hand.