gay-thic lit anyone? (o/o)

"How did they get there, Uncle? Why did they want to be up there in the first place, if it was so dangerous?" she asked, and both guests flinched. "Ehm, I don't believe that's a story appropriate for your age, uh…" Victor hesitated to finish, because Anna was glaring daggers into him yet again. "If she wants to know, she'll know. Margaret? Care to explain? You can sugarcoat with the best of them, I know."

(I too would die for her. She is my CHILD and I will do my best to protect her from all bad things ever because I think she deserves the world lol)

(yesss Esme is precious bby)

Aaaand there it was. Perhaps he had spoken too soon. A small sigh escaped Roberts's lips, and he glanced nervously at Anna, then at Margaret. He doubted his sister would be the best person to explain, and worried if she was still emotionally shaken up. But hey, another voice inside him reasoned. Maybe he isn't giving her enough credit. She's probably gotten over it by now, right? Besides, it's not like she would tell her everything, and it wouldn't be good to voice his doubts in front of Anna.
He ate some of his stew, then looked to Esme. "Maybe I'll let your mother explain, my dear," he murmured hesitantly.

(I have decided that Robert is the younger brother to Margaret and she treats him as such aka gently bullies him constantly)

"Well, um… you know witches? From those fairytales we read you sometimes, when you have trouble sleeping and such? Well, imagine Victor here as a witch of science." the man in question groaned at this comparison, but it wasn't as if he could stop Margaret. "He did something, to our other friend here, and he… well, you see… well, our other friend was dead, you see? And Victor brought him back to life. But he abandoned him, and that made our friend very upset," Margaret looked to the creature to test his reaction, but couldn't parse anything beyond regret and remorse. "And well… he did some very bad things, and they ended up running away to the Arctic. But your Uncle found them and brought them back. That's the simple version, at least. Please don't ask any questions Esme, I don't think I can tell you any more." Margaret said shakily.

(Victor thinks it's stupid but that's all Esme's gonna call him now. Also, prepare for this to be a necromancy Chekov's gun later on.)

(Honestly I imagined Robert as Margaret’s younger brother too)

(Yeah, I just think theyre neat tbh and I like those dynamics.)

(Idk what else to do other than have Robert be awkward)
Well, that was one way to explain it. Robert highly doubted Esme wouldn’t ask questions; if not now, then later. He quietly finished his stew as Margaret talked, then dabbed his mouth with a napkin.
“Well… I’m finished eating. Wonderful meal you’ve made, Maggie.”
He didn’t know what he was trying to do. Distract Margaret from her thoughts? Take the focus off of their guests? He didn’t know, but he didn’t want dinner end on a less-than friendly note.

"Well that explains everything. Thank you, light of my life." Anna said, finishing her soup and standing up. "Now, I have some work to do with a colleague of mine, I'll be off."

"But Motherrrr, why can't you stay? You're always so busy!" Esme complained, pouting in her chair. She'd barely even touched her soup, she was so excited for the new guests and the fact that her Mother was home.

(Yay I can draw them digitally now! Also I’m sorry, but I can’t resist drawing Margaret in a late 1810’s dress, I’m sorry, I just have to-)

(Oh do it do it like I know she's generally butch and tends to dress in more masc clothes but like she should totally wear a fancy dress and show off and feel pretty and shit. I love it. More please. Absolutely fucking fantastic.)

(Yay! She will be absolutely friggin fantastic)

(She will!)

Here's what Anna looks like, for those wondering. I would thank her if she stepped on me. She's too polite to, though.

I didn't bother to color her hands properly, you'll have to zoom in to see the lines properly as they're kinda thin from looking at a regular screen.

Every time I design a character for this I'm like AAAAAHHHHHH! WOMEN! and it's great.

(i love her!)

(Thank you!)

(Yesssss love her design!)

(Aww thanks!)

"Well that explains everything. Thank you, light of my life." Anna said, finishing her soup and standing up. "Now, I have some work to do with a colleague of mine, I'll be off."

"But Motherrrr, why can't you stay? You're always so busy!" Esme complained, pouting in her chair. She'd barely even touched her soup, she was so excited for the new guests and the fact that her Mother was home.

“Esme, you know your mother’s work is important,” Robert said. “Don’t worry, maybe one day soon she’ll catch a break.” He gave his niece a reassuring smile, then turned to Anna.
“It was wonderful seeing you again, Anna.” He gave a small wave in farewell. Even with her occasional hostility and sternness, it didn’t stop him from being warm or at least polite in return. He turned again to Esme.
“Did you have fun playing with our large friend here in the garden?” He asked.

"He's boring, but good to talk to." Esme said, the creature looked horribly affronted but said nothing. Esme giggled at the look on his face, but promptly stopped at Margaret's stern look.

"Esme, dear, do you want to excuse yourself? You can show our guests to the spare rooms, alright? Your Uncle and I need to have a grown-up chat." Margaret said, and Esme nodded obediently, grabbing Victor by the hand and dragging him along to the guest bedrooms, beckoning for the Creature to follow. Once they were gone, Margaret broke down into choked sobs. "I fucking missed you, Robert! You can't keep running off like this, I swear! First Anna spending every spare moment with that Doctor Jekyll of hers, then you leaving me, what next? One of you dies? I can't bear the thought!"

(Waaaaaaaaaaaa I didn’t know how much I was waiting for this- sob-)
The small smile that was left on Robert’s face quickly dropped when Margaret broke down. He felt his own eyes stinging as he said, “I’m sorry Maggie, I’m sorry I made you worry. Oh, please, please don’t think like that! We are not going to die, alright? I’ll stay with you longer this time, I promise. I just… I love you and the girls so much, but… I can’t help but feel the need to get away.” His voice lowered at the last sentence. He was almost glad that they talking about this now instead of later, but at the same time it felt as though she was stabbing him in the gut. He tried to send as many letters as he could to her during his trips, but he wondered if that only made her more lonely.

(Idk this was rushed- https://s3.amazonaws.com/notebook-content-uploads/content/uploads/original/46b24d08-92f9-4bbc-801d-31ba940a6fb9.jpeg?1611544364)

(Yeeeee :D)

(I LOVE THEM!!!)

(YES THANK YOU I LOVE THEM TOOOO)