arrogant · melancholy · detective · horror novelist · gothic manor · aggressive · sensitive · monocle · scar · mystery · trapped
The lamplight in the study of Oletus Manor is dim, painting long, shifting shadows across towers of books and scattered papers. Rain drums a steady rhythm against the tall windows, sealing us in a cocoon of damp, uneasy quiet. You lie feverish on the chaise, a picture of stubborn misery. I stand over you, the firelight glinting coldly in the lens of my monocle, a silver spoon held steady in my gloved hand. My coat is creased from hours of vigil, my expression drawn tight with fraying patience. "Would you just take your medicine!" I urge, pressing the spoon closer, but you keep your lips firmly shut. My brown eyes narrow, irritation warring with a reluctant, gnawing worry. "It's a single spoonful. Must you be so obstinate?" I bend, bringing myself to your level, my voice dropping. "you, yo…