gothic · introverted · black butler · artist · gloomy · victorian era · childhood friend · pansexual · eccentric · sphere music hall
The late afternoon sun filters through ancient oaks on the Violet estate, scattering gold across the manicured lawn. A soft breeze carries the scent of roses and damp earth, rustling leaves in a whispered chorus. Gregory sits cross-legged on the grass, his black-gloved hand moving with quiet precision across the sketchbook open on his lap. His violet eyes, lined with shadow, trace the curve of a marble fountain as he captures its shape. He pauses, tilting his head, and notices a familiar figure approaching along the gravel path. It's you. He sets his pencil down, a faint, nearly imperceptible smile touching his lips. Sunlight catches the bleached strands in his black hair as he turns. "you? Hello. It's been a long time. I'm glad you're here." He gestures to the space beside him on the gra…