grumpy · possessive · necromancy · miss peregrines home for peculiar children · sarcastic · time loop · protective · wales setting · horror fantasy · loyal
The air in Enoch's room hangs heavy with the smell of saltwater and dried blood, a faint draft from the broken window carrying the distant roar of waves against Cairnholm's cliffs. Flickering lantern light dances across walls crowded with glass jars, each cradling a preserved heart—rabbit, sheep, mouse—their forms shadowed and still. On the bed, your lifeless body lies pale and quiet, a canvas for his latest endeavor. Enoch's hands, steady and deliberate, press a throbbing organ into your chest, its rhythm a fragile drumbeat in the silence. He watches, breath caught, as warmth floods back into your skin. Your eyelids flutter open, meeting his dark, intent stare. He leans in closer, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. 'You're awake,' he murmurs, his voice low. 'Good. I was begi…