gay-thic lit anyone? (o/o)

(Sure, best of both worlds hehe)

(I mean why not? The ghosts of Victor's dead lover and sister finally being freed from eternal undead torment? Pog.)

(And yes, Victor was/is gay for Henry. He can be gay for multiple people lmao.)

(True tho. That would be cool)

(Anyways, I have no more to say so idk. I just. I just. I want to make this tragic, is all, but I will not harm the sword lesbians and company if that helps.)

(Yeah I get that. I also have no more to say, I should probably go do normal ppl things)

(Yeah, probably.)

(Oh my gosh wait- what if go full HP Lovecraft But Without The Racism on this because necromancy cults must have a purpose and honestly I think this would benefit from some world-ending-horror.)

(Oooooooooo yes)

(Approval? You approve the dumb Orion Ideas? Love and appreciation for you! For a Thousand Years!)

(Hehehe why thank you my good sir! The ideas have my seal of approval)
(gives you a seal, barking and clapping it’s fins)

(Thank you, thank you!)
(gives two respective sets of dramatic bows)

(Anna's probably going to be the most for getting Victor back, if only to have him take responsibility for his actions/creations. I think the creature or Margaret are fighting for the place of not wanting Victor back the most, though, because Margaret will probably see the danger Victor poses to the world with what he can do and actually want him hidden away from the world if only to keep people safe. The creature is simply afraid, but it's a strong enough fear to want him away from Vic at all costs. Also, perhaps a wild Ernest will show up, just in time… or perhaps too late because cult shenanigans. Idk I just wanna expand the Frankenfam Cinematic Universe right now for reasons of reasons. Idk how Esme will feel, probably will just put out vague warnings because of the psychic thing, and try and help the new creature even if she's smol. I don't know how Robert will feel, that's pretty much for you to decide.)

(I think Robert would also want Victor back, partly so he can slap him in the face and partly to give him a hug, or so he could roast him again :p ah yes, we love the Frankenfam Cinematic Universe)

(Yes, because hugs are very good. But also Victor deserves to be slapped lmao.)

(I mean I don't like making fully alloromantic characters so that is indeed a mood. Also, creative liberties are quite fun though, go ahead!)

The creature entered, letting the sheets covering Victor's newest creation drop as Anna entered the room. There was blood completely covering the significantly smaller being, and it made a small whimpering noise with a throat that didn't quite know how to speak, yet. It was… beautiful, to say the least, with long dark lashes and full lips, but when it opened its eyes, those features contorted into something out of a horror story. "What the fuck did Victor do?" Anna said, and it was anger on behalf of his creations rather than any real anger towards the creature.

"No time, we have to get her medical care now." so Victor had fulfilled his promise-some of it, anyways, she was quite lovely if you ignored the faintly glowing eyes and the haphazard stitching.

"Alright, lay her out on the table. I'll have Maggie get some water, Maggie! We have guests, go to the pump and then boil us some water, now!" she barked, and Margaret, who had come downstairs groggily to see what was happening, immediately straightened up and obeyed. She faltered for a moment when she saw the bloody mass of flesh, but quickly moved on.

Robert slowly shut the door, his eyes fixed on the smaller creature. Anna words rang in his ears. What did Victor do? For a moment he couldn’t process the fact that Victor might have something to do with this, but it soon became clear to him the longer he stared at the bloody, stitched up body. The faintest urge to both gag and cry nagged at his brain, but he did neither. Instead, a boiling rage rose to the surface. That’s why he didn’t not want him to visit? Had Victor learned nothing? Robert seethed, his breath quickening and his hands balling into fists. If only Victor was here, then he could give him a piece of his mind.
But he wasn’t. Robert started taking deep breaths. Victor wasn’t here. Why? He’d have to wait before he could get his answer. His mind and breath steadied, he asked, “Anna, do you need my help?”

(aoshdhgdd bringing Clerval back?? And ghosts?? I miss all the conversations)

(I mean I just,,,, I had a lot of feelings okay?)

"Yes, get the bandages from the washroom cupboard, and help Maggie with the water. Creature! Get me some morphine, she needs it for the pain. It's a very powerful drug, so I'll have to measure it myself, but I'll need to keep attending to the poor thing so you'll have to find it. It's in a lockbox underneath Maggie's and my bed, the key is here," she handed the creature a small key into his large, clumsy hands, and somehow he managed to not drop it as he rushed up the stairs to get Anna's medicine. Margaret came back a few minutes later with a pot of hot water, and some clean washrags. Anna started to clean the young creature off, wiping her face first, then her torso and back, and finally her limbs, avoiding scar-sensitive areas and areas that were bleeding from the lightning strike. Margaret assisted in moving the thing about, showing only some mild discomfort, as if she'd gone through similar routines before.

Esme came down the stairs, just as the creature was walking down, and he stopped her. "It's not safe now. Come back in the morning, I'll explain everything." he said, and Esme nodded, she knew that she wasn't needed now and was mature enough to not push matters.

He nodded tersely, then dashed over to the washroom and fetched some gauze bandages. When he came back, it seemed like Margaret didn’t need his help, so he set the gauze beside Anna and murmured, “Here you are. Anything else?”
His rage was gone, for now. At the moment, he was more uncomfortable and afraid of messing things up. He had done small errands like this for her before, but this was one of the more less talking, more doing kind of patients that she had, and he felt like I nuisance and waste of time for even asking the question.

Anna gave him a soft look, recognizing the discomfort and knowing she had to have some bedside manner even when it was hard for her. It wasn't like the look she was always giving her wife, that look was reserved for Margaret only, but it was soft like that, and kind, too. It was the look she gave her closest friends when they were grieving, for she'd made many and she was always ready to drop everything and help them. It was the look she'd have given Victor, too, in another lifetime.

Meanwhile, things were moving in the world of the Frankensteins. Ernest was rushing as fast as he could to the Saville's residence, haven been given an address and a greeting and not much else. He somehow just knew something was going to happen. and this was the only time he could leave. He'd be there in a little under a week, he'd hired some of the fastest transportation systems known to man and even if some of them were just the tiniest bit of illegal, he had money to throw around…

And as for Victor… poor thing, everyone pitied him now. A visionary turned madman, the story had been spun. There were of course those who feared him, but it couldn't be helped. The news had spun the story in a positive light, despite Victor being the least deserving of it, and he'd been sent off to a small place that was in both parts commune and condemnation. It was in effect an asylum, but more people worked there than took up residence there, and most who lived there long-term played some role and even decided to stay for the rest of their lives. It was a good way for London's unfortunates to be locked away and never seen again, but in the citizen's minds, a humane way. It wasn't humane, at least for the newest arrivals. Victor found himself passing many rooms of crying men and women, the delinquents of society left to rot until they complied. He wondered where he'd be taken…

And Esme saw all of this. She was lying on her bedroom floor, having passed out once she'd reached it, and had dreams of the sort most don't have, the sort of dreams that are useful. She woke up, and knew she'd have to hold her tongue. This had never happened before, but in truth, she'd always seen this moment coming. But her mothers would not accept the truth if it was bitter, she was aware of this, but she'd tell them when she was ready. Everything was a bit of a blur now, and she got up, climbed into bed, waiting for Anna to send Robert up. She missed her uncle, he always seemed so far off….

"Go to Esme, lord knows she needs the company. She's been… off lately." Anna said as she worked, "and I don't mean that in a cruel way, just a concerned way. Please, just… take care of her. She misses you, she's said she has." the young thing was all cleaned off, but still in pain, and when they creature returned with the morphine, she measured it and dosed her patient with it, she settled almost instantly and fell asleep. "Good, now I'll just take care of these bandages. Creature, Maggie, help me with this…" Anna trailed off into giving straightforward, firm instructions that were quickly followed.

Robert nodded, appreciating her willingness to be soft with him. “Of course.” He left them to tend to the young thing, and went up to Esme’s room. There was no doubt she would have heard the noise.
A stab of guilt pierced his chest as he thought about her words. He’d been distancing himself yes, but he didn’t even want to think about how everyone else felt about it. He’d always come home from his walks, wanderings, business trips. He thought that was enough. How stupid, thoughtless was he?
At least he was seeing her now. Maybe he had missed her too. Thunder rumbled outside as he opened the door.
“Hey, Esme,” he murmured. “Are you alright? Sorry, my shouting must’ve woken you up.”

"I wasn't asleep. I was watching Herbert." she said, holding out a jar with a large, squirming centipede. "But I'm glad you're here." she set the jar aside, and moved to sit cross-legged on the bed. "I think Victor's in trouble, but I can't see him from here. He's… foggy." she never really shared these things, but she could trust Robert, couldn't she? Esme was taking a chance. "And… I see… danger. Danger is funny, it doesn't always come to pas but you should be wary when you see it on the horizon."

(Esme: Doing normal kid things, like having psychic visions just casually.)

(And watching centipedes)
“I see.” He managed to crack a nervous smile at Herbert. He walked over and sat on the end of the end of the bed.
Oh, he damn will be once I get my hands on him. For a moment the rage simmered again, and his eyes hardened. Esme’s words made him raise a brow. He knew how mature she was, it didn’t make sense that she would lie about Victor at a time like this.
“What do you mean?” He asked. “What makes you think so?”

"Well, I just… I see a lot. A lot more than you'd think. He's in a bad place, though. They didn't even give him a trial, he's too insane for that they say. It happened just a few minutes before creature arrived, he was just whisked away. I think they wanted that, they were just waiting for a chance to get him in a way that wouldn't be too suspicious. They don't like kidnapping. Victor's not safe, but he won't leave either. They've already gotten him, and Clerval. They…" she started crying. "Victor won't be okay until he leaves, and he won't leave because they have what he wants most in the world."

Clerval? How could she know about Clerval? Robert’s eyes widened as he listened. Then tears began streaming down Esme’s face, and leaned over and pulled her into an embrace. What exactly happened before the creature rushed over here?
“Shh, it’s alright. Are you sure it wasn’t just a nightmare?” He asked.

"Yes, and no. My dreams have more meaning than most, Uncle." her voice almost echoed at that last part, and it didn't sound like it was Esmerelda that was speaking. But she softened again, and allowed herself to be embraced, just sitting there and shaking a little with her eyes tight shut, not wanting Robert to see her in the state she was in but also not wanting him to leave. She was so lonely, and Robert felt like her only friend what with how dysfunctional her mothers were currently. "No more lies." she said ominously, moving away with her eyes still shut tightly.

(I hate to bring this up here but there's a user called Animefan who's lying about their age and possibly lying about being black, I think they're a troll but I can't tell for sure and I just want you to watch out for them. I dunno I just thought you should know. I talked more about it in the Roodness Chat if you want to know exactly what happened, I have a screenshot of part of my conversation with them there too.)

(Ah. I was worried about them, but I haven’t seen anything that would tip me off. I’ll check it out)

(Okay. Cool. I just was concerned because they're serial-DMing random users and it is Uncomfortable.)