gay-thic lit anyone? (o/o)

(I'm just gonna cause our characters so. Much. Pain.)

(But, and I repeat, I will NOT bury my gays because that is le stupid.)

(AKA I won't kill anyone off because like, all our characters are some type of queer, I'm just assuming.)

(Yeah no I don’t think I could handle anyone dying tho)

(Yeah well maybe someone will die temporarily. You never know. Probably not but I have certain ideas for Anna's sub-plot.)

(Not that Anna will die! Just someone in relation to her! Not Margaret or Esme either, I shall not harm the fam.)

"I'll ask him." Victor pulled away from the hand, not feeling like being touched right now. He was fine when he himself was making the contact, but when it came to others? Well, the only people he trusted were all dead now, either from disease or brutal murder by his own hand, directly or indirectly. His mother… well, she was something he'd prefer not to think about. Especially relating to his father, who he'd always feared in some way. "Do you believe we'll be perfectly safe?" he asked, eyes flitting about the room.

Robert mumbled an apology when Victor pulled away. Boundaries, boundaries, he chided to himself. This was not the time. He sighed and moved away from him, leaning on the bed.
“We can’t be perfectly safe all the time. I mean, who knows what will happen. Anything could.” He chuckled. “Blimey, we’re just going out around town. So maybe nothing will happen. What do you think?”
Not really expecting his question to be answered, he straightened and made for the door.

(You better not harm the fam-)

"I think that I'm not a safe person to be around, and that everything I touch dies." Victor said in a tone that implied no further questioning was necessary and the alternative to no questioning was losing an arm. He got up and walked away, and went to find his creation, who was currently walking through the halls with flowers in his hair and beard, an almost happy look on his face. "Oh, hello Victor," he said vaguely, staring off out a window at the end of the hallway.

(You better not harm the fam-)

(I promise, the only turmoil they go through will be emotional! Also, should Esme be allowed to swear?)

(Okay, I like emotional turmoil. Also no)

(Good to know, and good to know! Should Esme be allowed to hear swear words? Because I have two ideas for if a character curses around her, one play it for laughs, two that character faces Anna's and Maggie's eternal rage. Going for option two but idk.)

(Feeling option two as well)

(Good to hear!)

"I think that I'm not a safe person to be around, and that everything I touch dies." Victor said in a tone that implied no further questioning was necessary and the alternative to no questioning was losing an arm. He got up and walked away, and went to find his creation, who was currently walking through the halls with flowers in his hair and beard, an almost happy look on his face. "Oh, hello Victor," he said vaguely, staring off out a window at the end of the hallway.

“… I see,” Robert said. He followed after Victor, as he had slowed down when he heard his reply. An awkward, very not-fun feeling had settled in him, and his urge to leave intensified. He waved to the creature, staring at the riot of blooms amongst the dark of his hair. Robert stayed quiet, wanting to let Victor ask like he promised.

"So, ahem, I was wondering, do you wish to leave with us to pay off Robert's men and send off a letter, among other things?" Victor asked, moving to lean on Robert's waist when he came to stand beside him, feeling unsteady. He wrapped an arm around Robert's shoulder, gripping tightly.

"I will do whatever it is that you wish, Victor. If I must come with you, I shall, but if you would prefer not to have me along, I will be perfectly happy in staying." the creature nodded, and Victor sighed.

"I'd prefer you choose. I don't like making decisions for people." Victor said, and the creature snorted. "What? What's so funny?"

He would have pointed out how Victor was the most demanding man he'd ever met, but didn't want to offend him right this moment. Instead, he said, "While I prefer to not actively seek out ridicule, I will accompany you. Esme seemed very excited about a day out, I might share in that excitement even if I'm hardly a candidate for pleasant times."

Oh, now he wants physical comfort. Robert resisted the urge to roll his eyes, but he didn’t pull away from Victor. They didn’t have the same boundaries, and he had to consider that Victor was weaker than him. He was clearly losing balance.
He had to admit he smirked a little himself when he heard Victor’s claim of disliking for making decisions for others. He found himself gazing at a dandelion behind the creature’s ear.
“Yes, I’m very eager to leave,” he admitted. “Please tell me we can go now.”

"Yes, yes, let's go. And take those flowers out of your hair, you look ridiculous." Victor made a sour face at the creature, who in turn stuck his tongue out at the man in a childish display of defiance.

"Esme put them there. I wouldn't disappoint her." he said petulantly.

(I mean that is also valid.)

(I think I'm choosing asylum for where to stick Victor and get him in a proper state for some angst, as I've just done more research on the subject. So,,,, uh,,,, prepare for a bit of over-dramatic but mostly historically accurate shitshowiness.)

(Heheheheh alrighty)

(Alrighty indeed. If I get anything wrong, call me out, okay?)

Robert tried not to look too excited, but a voice in his brain was telling him to get out, out, out. He immediately made for the stairs, chuckling to himself over Victor and the creature’s childish exchange.
“It would be a bad idea to disappoint Esme,” he agreed. “Come on then.”
He looked around once he came downstairs, searching for Margaret and Esme for some last farewells.

(Well, I haven’t done the research you have, so idk if I could tell you)

(Honestly that's fair, I'll just stick strictly to what I know for the time being.)

Victor clung to Robert the whole way down the stairs, with the creature following hesitantly behind the two. They were quite odd, Victor and his creation, but Victor was more outwardly strange, with his attitude and mannerisms shifting from all-too-comfortable with one, to brash and verbally violent in just an instant. The creature, on the other hand, was much simpler but no less intelligent for it, mostly sticking to what he knew as appropriate in order to not overstep boundaries.

“Huh, did they already leave?” Robert muttered to himself. He called out, “Maggie? We’re heading out!”
He moved to the coat rack and grabbed his navy blue coat, and he would’ve put it on if Victor hadn’t been clinging to him. But for some reason he didn’t want to tell him to let go or push him away, he thought it would only invite more awkwardness. He tapped his foot impatiently. “Maggie?” He called again. He didn’t want to just leave without saying anything either. Out, out, out, his mind begged. He cursed himself for wanting to leave so badly.

Margaret ran down the stairs, Esme following along behind her. "Yes, yes, we're here. We might as well head out together then?" she said, feeling a bit embarrassed. Esme was in one of her better dresses, one that Margaret would probably go to great lengths not to let get ruined, and her hair was tied up in a fancy braided pattern. "Sorry, Esme just had to have me do up her hair."

“Sure!” He beamed at her, then looked down at Esme. “Beautiful, my dear. Shall we?”
He quickly put down his briefcase and put on his coat, letting one side just fall on Victor’s arms. He picked up his briefcase and tapped his foot some more.

(Robert with a smile on his face: ah yes, I pursued my heart’s passion and therefore am a terrible person)