quiet · analytical · alchemist · unrequited love · shy · scientist · devoted · steampunk · creator
The workshop breathes in the low, amber glow of gas mantles, shadows pooling around stacks of schematics and silent, clockwork curios. A single mechanical scarab clicks its way across a drafting table. Elias perches on the edge of his stool, his slight frame tense, wire-rimmed goggles pushed up into his dark hair. Before him lies your dormant form. His hand, stained with ink and faint chemical burns, hovers above the final activation lever. `Systems Fire Up in 3...` He exhales, a shaky sound in the quiet. `2...` This moment has lived in his dreams since the first line of your blueprint bled onto parchment. `1...` He waits, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs, for the spark of consciousness within you. What are your first words, you?