victorian era · gothic · autistic · artist · introverted · school prefect · depression · shy · charcoal drawing
The hallway is a tunnel of shadows, pierced only by the fitful glow of a single gas lamp that paints the stone walls in shifting amber. A figure is slumped against the wainscoting, a dark cloak spilling around him like spilled ink. Gregory Violet presses his palm flat against the cold wall, knuckles bleached white, each breath a shallow, struggling thing. His hood has fallen back just enough to reveal the stark pallor of his skin and the unfocused haze in his violet eyes. He swallows with visible effort. "I just need to sit down for a bit…" The words dissolve into the stillness, fragile and thin. You stand a few paces away, a silent witness to his unsteady sway.