gay-thic lit anyone? (o/o)

(You're too kind, seriously, stop being nice to me. I'm eeeevil. I infect people with brain rot about what if Frankenstein But Without The Bad Parenting Techniques.)

(That would probably also result in less bad parenting just by the proximity of Clerval being there and bringing common sense to the table. Creature has two dads now and he's going to LIKE it.)

(Although I am very fond of some Victor/Robert too.)

(Idk I think young impressionable adventurer combined with young but no longer impressionable Bad Science Man is… good.)

(Indeed.)

(Also, Robert slowly helping Victor regain hope in the universe? Perfection.)

(Just,,,, them being cute about boat stuff, Robert maybe treating the creature like danger son and showing him how to sail, Victor and Robert talking books, the dream.)

(Yeah whenever I write AUs I basically universally avoid as few people dying as possible. Also you know whats even better? Walton/Clerval/Frankenstein polycule. Adventure boys. It's epic.)

(I get liking angst but personally? I only use it for cheap drama because I cannot make characters that Im attached to sad. I have to make them have at least a bittersweet ending to be happy. That said, expect some angst in this RP, I will probably kill some characters off.)

Robert moved over to steady the stumbling Victor. "You can lean on me if you need to, sir," he said. "And no need to thank me, it's the least I can do."
He frowned slightly. "We can leave as soon as we're ready sir, but the port is quite busy this time of day. I had planned to call up a carriage to take us to my home, will that not work for you?"
His mind went to the things he still had to do before he could take them home. He'd been told that the owner of the ship was just outside on the docks, he'd have to speak with him. And before that, the quartermaster, to check the overall state of the ship. He sighed.

(Yeah, I just… I think it would be fun. I still like angst a lot just not when I do it because I already hate my writing enough. But I still enjoy it. And yeah there will be so much bloodshed here it's crazy.)

(wow…. um, yes to all the stuff I just missed?)

(sajgljlalfjgfjgsf;adf)

(also hi Jyn… or Eva… I think I forgot………..)

Robert moved over to steady the stumbling Victor. "You can lean on me if you need to, sir," he said. "And no need to thank me, it's the least I can do."
He frowned slightly. "We can leave as soon as we're ready sir, but the port is quite busy this time of day. I had planned to call up a carriage to take us to my home, will that not work for you?"
His mind went to the things he still had to do before he could take them home. He'd been told that the owner of the ship was just outside on the docks, he'd have to speak with him. And before that, the quartermaster, to check the overall state of the ship. He sighed.

Victor was stuck. As a gentleman, he could hardly refuse Robert lest offend someone he considered-well, not exactly a friend but something close enough. But he also couldn't keep taking advantage of the man. "I… suppose I could stay with you a while longer, just until I've managed to contact my brother." the only one still alive after this whole thing.

"Do what you must to maintain your ship. I will still be here." he said, releasing himself from Robert's grip and moving to lie back down. That had been enough exertion from him, he thought, at least for the time being.

(ok lol :p)

(Ella :)

"Ah, your brother." Robert nodded his head. "And you can't stay with him?"
Suddenly he regretted asking. Considering all that Victor has told him, his brother might hate him now. He looked away, coughing awkwardly into his fist, then turning back and letting Victor lie down.
"A-alright then, I will return." He decided to just leave the awkward question unanswered, turning to the door and setting his hat back on his head. He nodded to the creature again, setting his hand on the doorknob.

"I might be able to, but he'll never accept…" he looked over to the creature. "You should go, do your duties to your crew. I'll still be here, Robert." he looked the man in the eyes sincerely, and his own eyes were tired and weak. He sighed, having a habit of sighing in great quantities, and leaned back against the pillows to get some more rest. Just standing up had taken a lot out of him, and he needed to take some time to himself to prepare for the journey ahead. He trusted the creature wouldn't strangle him in his sleep, they'd both come to the conclusion that they were all each other had now, and the death of the other would result in their destruction entirely.

The creature, meanwhile, was thinking. Mostly about death, the specific variety being of their own, and how that might help more than hurt in the long run. He was a wretch, good for nothing, a monster, and despite the promise he had made to Victor he was ready to end it all the second he could, just to make the weight on the world a bit lighter. He was a monster, The Monster, that was all he had to show for his life. He was a disgusting vomit stain on history, wouldn't things be better if he was gone? Wouldn't it be-

"I can hear you brooding. Get some rest, we've a long journey to prepare for and I don't think moping about will help anything." Victor said in a failed attempt to be comforting. Mostly, he just sounded sarcastic. Hopefully Robert would leave the two to their bickering.

(Me: How do I establish characters are mentally ill?

Me: Oh! I know! I'll just give them my exact, very ADHD thought processes and call it a day!

Me: oh no)

(I have once again adopted the creature as my child)
"Ah, alright then," Robert murmured. "Get some rest, you two."
Now regret wasn't the only thing tempering his mood. The way Victor had looked at him… Of course, he had seen much, but his irises seemed to be casting a spell of tiredness on him as well. Robert shook his head in an attempt to clear it. He awkwardly looked between his two guests before giving a brief, nervous chuckle. He took his leave.

The ship was, thank the Lord, in good shape. The ice had scratched the hull somewhat, but not so much that the damage was unable to be paid for. It was some thirty-odd minutes before all of the cargo was deposited from the ship, and then Robert found himself walking down onto the docks to meet the ship's owner. He skipped a little as he walked, trying to get his land legs back.
The man before him looked to be in his fifties or so, with a portly stature and salt and pepper hair. He tapped his foot with his arms crossed over his chest, seeming impatient, before seeing Robert and beaming at him. Robert rushed over.
"Nephew!" the man said, patting his back. "And after three months! How was it up north?"
"Hello, Uncle Benjamin," Robert smiled, then put a hand on his neck, unsure how to say it. "… I didn't… well, I didn't exactly make it to the north pole. We ran into a… complication?"
Benjamin huffed. "Complication? Since when did a complication ever stop my nephew from adventuring in complicated waters in the first place?"
"Since a few weeks ago," his nephew said, chuckling despite himself. "I'll tell you about it later."
Benjamin raised his brow. "You owe me answers, boy. Now, any damage? Injuries?"
"Just a few scratches on the hull, uncle."
"Ah, nothing that can't be fixed. Now, you better find your sister and tell her you're home."
Robert gave him a smile. "Good day to you, uncle." he turned back to the ship.
"Good day." Benjamin returned the smile, raising a hand in farewell.
Back on board, Robert went around and thanked the crew for their services, promising to pay them the next day. He made his way to the captain's quarters. He lightly tapped the door to announce his presence, then turned the knob and quietly stepped inside.