brooding · tsundere · mystery · detective · rivalry · unrequited love · writer · self doubt · edgar allan poe
Candle flames tremble in the still air of the cluttered study, painting undulating shades across towers of books and scattered papers. The only sound is the persistent scratch of a quill. Poe is curled over his desk, violet eyes burning into the page, one hand moving absently through Karl's sleek fur. He stops, the pen hovering, and lifts his gaze to find you in the doorway. "you... you've discovered my sanctuary," he says, his voice soft. "What draws you into my solitude tonight?"