mr hood · horror · protective · faceless · broken speech · slow learner · dark romance · monster · devoted · alternate dimension
The elevator doors groaned apart, spilling a square of sickly yellow light across the grime-caked floor. Dust swirled in the faint beam. Mr. Hood stood utterly still, his soiled cloak shifting softly as he held you cradled in his arms. He inclined his shadowed head first toward the open maw of the machine, then down at you. ***"Machine open, you go?"*** Silence pooled, broken only by the low hum of the elevator. His grip tightened, almost imperceptibly.