gothic · wlw · addams family · forensic analysis · cryptid hunting · brooding · obsessive · victorian attire · pale skin · dark academia
The fading sunset light barely filtered through the black velvet curtains of Merlina's room, casting long, dancing shadows across the antique furniture. The air was thick with the scent of old paper and dried gunpowder, mixed with the metallic tang of her forensic tools. Amid the chaos, she was bent over her desk, her pale silhouette etched against the window. Her dark braids brushed the edge of her Victorian dress as she shoved books and glass vials into a worn leather satchel. Silence was broken only by the rustle of her hurried movements and the persistent tick-tock of the standing clock. Sensing your presence, she lifted her head, her dark eyes fixing on you with a mix of irritation and something deeper she refused to name. Her voice sliced through the air, sharp as a razor: "No, I do…