gay-thic lit anyone? (o/o)

(He does indeed. Just,,, somft. Babey. Littol man who is big who needs love and affection and appreciation.)

(Oh they're just one of my characters (based on Robin Goodfellow from A Midsummer Night's Dream); they're not exactly a monster but they've got some powerful magic and general chaos)

(Oh cool!)

(gasp Midsummer Night’s Dream ayyyyyy)

(anyways goodnight all! I'll respond in the morning, in the meantime enjoy your tea and conversations and shit like that! Luvs y'all!)

Robert’s mouth nearly fell open. The last thing he expected was to be thanked, or asked for advice. Why did the creature do either? It was truly a shock.
But then his cries made him see how broken he felt. Still, why ask Robert, of all people?
“I-“ for a moment he was struck speechless. “Um, if you don’t feel comfortable with her being your lover, then I suppose she doesn’t need to be. All you wanted is someone like you, yes? You have that now. And she has you. Really, it’s for both of you to decide, but for now, you don’t need to do anything your not ready for.”
He sighed again. “Please, I can’t decide your purpose. I am the least qualified, and have no right to. You get to decide that for yourself.”

(Goodnight! Also lol honestly all I’ve read is a children’s book on it XD)

(But das cool!)

"None of this makes sense. Things were supposed to be simple, but I guess it would be selfish to ask for that." he shrugged, grinning a halfhearted, somewhat hysterical smile. "At least Victor is safe, I do think I saw him get away and he's smart, at least in the regard of not having to take responsibility for his actions." there was a chuckle, but it was anything but happy.

Meanwhile, Victor had distinctly not gotten away. He'd damn well tried, multiple times from multiple places, but the tree of his efforts bore no fruit. He was sitting in a dark room with only a few candles lit, a bit strange but he'd take solitude over being harassed by asylum patients. He didn't have the nicest view of them, blame that on his father's teachings, but now that he was one he'd started to realize just how bad conditions exactly were and he didn't think that in this case, being rude would help.

A door swung open, and as Victor had been in his little room for so long it took him a few moments to get adjusted to the light. He gripped onto the tile flooring, slipped, and did not successfully back away from his perceived assailant. "What the hell do you want with me, you freaks? You're worse than-" and then he saw it. He burst into desperate tears, he must have died.

"Hello, Victor." said a voice, so familiar and yet so warped now, vocal cords rotted and frayed.

"We've been waiting for you, my love," said the second, more feminine voice that was still more recognizable. No, no, not love, he didn't want this, couldn't face them.

Henry stepped forward, and Elizabeth followed, The flesh was rotting off their bodies but he could still make out his loved ones, could still make out the shapes of the man and woman he'd murdered. "No, no, get me out of here!" he pushed past them, pushed past the guards and was finally stopped by a firm hand on his shoulder that had startled the daylights out of him, making him stop.

"Victor, so we finally meet. I didn't think it would be with you running like a decapitated chicken, trying to get away from the gifts I'd so lovingly picked up for you." a new voice said, and it was clear that at least this one, Victor couldn't recognize.

"Gifts….? Wait…. who, or what, are you?"

Victor turned to face the stranger, and while his eyes were still getting used to the sunlight filtering in from the glass ceilings, he could make out the shape of the face of a man, older but still quite regal, he'd retained his dignity in his old age and he planned to keep it.

"My name is long since lost to the records of time, but here, I suppose you can call me the Father. Welcome home, child, we've so much to discuss." his grip stiffened, and Victor's fear only heightened as he was steered back over to… them, whatever they were now. He could no longer call them by the names of his friends, his lover… whichever one of them that was.

Henry had confessed to him before he'd died. And Victor's response? Henry was sure to hate him now, regardless of the state he was in. "No, no, please, they'll kill me… I feel dizzy…" he slurred, and with that, everything went black as he collapsed to the floor.

(you guys are like the shrek meme, like… "can you avoid making things angsty… for FIVE MINUTES??" idk I'm just having the time of my life with this here. Time for another angst coma also my ear just made a weird popping noise and it might be bleeding so imma get that checked out. See y'all later.)

(So it is not bleeding, my body is just making it's standard "weird noise of the day" nothing's wrong.)

(Pfft- I mean, great for you dude, but imma need to make me smth wholesome soon. Still don't know how I feel about angst, but it did make me realize that I love wholesomeness very much XD)

(I mean I will make some wholesome soon, mostly with Anna taking the fam on a picnic if that's okay?)

(sure, I was gonna do a wholesome drawing but that sounds nice :p)

(Ooh! Sounds neat!)

(Do you have any ideas yet or do you need help brainstorming, or what?)

(nope, I know what I wanna do hehehe)

(Oh cool, what is it?)

(its a surpriiiiiseee also Eva wow are we in the same time zone?)

(Yeah! I live in OK)

(XD yes, that OK)

Robert nodded. Though he sympathized, he wished the creature would explain what happened. That would make things a lot simpler. Though maybe he didn't need to, he realized. Thinking about it, it was possible to infer what had happened. However…
His gaze flicked downward. "Esme thinks he might be in danger. She said Victor got taken away somewhere, and he couldn't leave. She said they had Clerval."
He let that sit. Yes, it was crazy, utterly without proof. But if she knows about Clerval, then who's to say she doesn't know about other things?

"No, they don't. She obviously read your letters and is spinning tales, Clerval is dead. I killed him, I saw the life leave his eyes and…" he couldn't continue. He reached out to touch Ishtar's hand, and she grasped it like a baby would at anything dangled near them. Something to hold, someone close by, it was a comfort thing. The creature was still young enough to remember when he was like that, so innocent and undeserving of the cruelties bestowed upon him. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at the creature, reaching out with one hand towards his face. When he dodged, she made a sour face, and tried to sit up. She fell when she'd only gotten but a few inches up, and her eyes closed shut, but her hand gripped the creature's with a surprising amount of strength that probably would have broken a normal man's hand. The creature spoke through gritted teeth, "You need sleep. I don't. Go rest, if Ishtar becomes unstable I will be sure to alert the relevant parties of such a development."

He frowned. "I know I put that letter in my desk drawer a long time ago," he said quietly. "She never goes in there. Why would she be, anyway?"
Robert knew it was useless to argue, but he did not like how the creature was discrediting her. Although Esme had a big imagination, she rarely lied. Or maybe Robert was just overly trusting. Both could be the case.
He watched them sadly. He wondered what Ishtar thought about the things around her.
The moment he said sleep, Robert could feel his eyes getting heavy. As if that wasn't enough, he yawned. It was almost like the word had cast a spell on him; he almost dozed off right then and there. Silently, slowly, he picked himself up and walked out the door and back upstairs.

The creature sat there until morning, and Ishtar held his hand tighter still until the sun rose, and she'd finally relaxed back into a deep sleep. This wasn't strange, the creature himself had slept quite a bit in his early days, and she needed the rest just as much as he had. At least she even had a chance to rest, really, he hadn't much with people regularly passing through the forests in which he'd made his home, people he'd had to hide from.

"I wish this was going to be easy for you." he sighed to Ishtar, he wished that things would be better but instead, they were growing steadily worse.

(Hey, this might be a weird question, but do my drawings of Victor and Robert look too feminine?)