“Who shall conceive the horrors of my secret toil, as I dabbled among the unhallowed damps of the grave, or tortured the living animal to animate the lifeless clay? I collected bones...and disturbed, with profane fingers, the tremendous secrets of the human frame.”
—Frankenstein
@unholytragedy He is slow, very slow to answer. But when he does, Victor looks healthy, if grim. His color is not so pallid as usual, though his expression is brooding and pensive as ever. A dish towel adorns his right shoulder. He’s been washing up.
“Victor.”
@_LupusDei_@SoftSeductress Is that condescension in the other’s tone? Surely Ethan does not disagree this is a b a d idea.
“Need I warn her of the imminent desire she’ll feel to eat her children??”
After all, Victor was still traumatized by the memory of desire to eat Victoria—.
@_LupusDei_@SoftSeductress A b s o l u t e l y n o t.
It seems the wolf and the doctor are on the same page, for once.
This particular curse is not what she thinks—.
“Nina, we need to talk.”
@_LupusDei_@Giilded_Liily —love.”
Victor was lucky, in the first place, that the other man forgave him for what he did to Brona. Lily didn’t forgive him. But that was part of the allure—.
“Because I love you, too, Ethan. As a brother.”
@_LupusDei_@Giilded_Liily “No, I—.“
Victor’s pale cheeks burned. What had possessed him to make such a reckless move? He must’ve been in the throes of an opioid trip from which he was now coming down. Into merciless reality.
“I… I love Lily. And yet I cannot begrudge the two of you your—