(hhh y'know I kinda wanna name the creature Adam but at the same time I don't? Also I was just rereading the thread and you and Eva were talking about the whole "if no one will give the rep I want I'll do it myself" bit and I kinda- kinda wanna add to that-)
(so I'm not neurodivergent and honestly I'm unsure of how to include that in my stories, but I totally do it with LGBTQ+ rep and ace-spec rep specifically, cuz I am ofc ace-spec. I have also noticed that a lot of my characters are mixed or biracial, and it's probably definitely because I'm biracial as well and I don't see a lot of media where being biracial/mixed is explored in a way that resonates with me, or my experience at least. So hey, why not make almost the entirety of my cast biracial/mixed? It at least sparks some interesting character design. so yeah :p)
(I totally get that! It can be frustrating to not see your own experiences reflected in media because you have experiences the media specifically wants to drown out so people don't get any ideas.)
(I just want to name the creature something painfully average like "Fitzgerald" or "Benjamin" or "David" just to hit home that the creature doesn't want to define himself by his life, he wants to make a new start and define himself by what he could be. God i'm sad now.)
"Ah, that Anna." Robert shook his head, chuckling. He watched her go, then turned to Victor when he heard his name. A quirk of a smile crossed his face when the creature cut him off.
"She has a wife, Victor," he shrugged. "Met her some ten years ago, and they got married. That's all there is to it. The parlor is over that way." he gestured in the general direction. "I'll see you momentarily."
He turned and dragged his things up the stairs, which was a little difficult, but soon he was in his room and setting his suitcase and leather bag on the bed. He changed out of his white captain's uniform and bathed, then put on a white shirt, a blue vest, and black pants. He let his hair down to dry, so it was a thick, damp mass that reached a little past his shoulders. He decided to unpack later but remembered he had something he forgot to send to Margaret. He rummaged through his leather bag and pulled out several pieces of parchment, a long letter he wrote describing all that Victor had told him when he was first found. Robert stared at it for a moment and sighed. Perhaps this could do the explaining for him.
He got all the pages stacked evenly together, then made his way back downstairs.
Victor was passed out on one of the loveseats, while the creature was sitting on the floor out of fear of breaking anything. He felt like a bull in a china shop inside houses, he could heavily relate to the idea of a bull in a china shop. That was his entire existence, and he wasn't satisfied with it. He wanted to be back in the wilderness, away from the easily breakable, incredibly fragile world.
(I just want to name the creature something painfully average like "Fitzgerald" or "Benjamin" or "David" just to hit home that the creature doesn't want to define himself by his life, he wants to make a new start and define himself by what he could be. God i'm sad now.)
(On that note, if he did pick something dramatic or significant, it would either be very self deprecating or very ironic, or both.)
(Ok I'm really liking the painfully average option. Let's name him Bob. also don't be sad hon, issokay)
Robert silently waved to the creature, then sat down on the sofa. He didn't want to wake Victor up until Margaret and/or Anna came back, so he went through the long letter again to make sure it was in order. Then he glanced at the creature awkwardly. He was quite unsure of what to say, so he looked around for Esmerelda, or just waited to see if the creature would initiate a conversation.
Esme ran into the room, and climbed up to sit on Robert's lap. "Can you tell me about your travels now? And how you met these two very odd people? I've been waiting forever to talk to you, mum said I couldn't talk to you until you'd had time to rest, but I couldn't wait so she said I could talk when you came downstairs."
Esme was practically bouncing off the walls, but she managed to stay still enough to stick to her spot. She always loved talking to her Uncle, she thought he was the most amazing, brave person in the whole world and anyone who said otherwise was obviously totally wrong on every level and should shut up, because her Uncle was amazing.
(Ok I'm really liking the painfully average option. Let's name him Bob. also don't be sad hon, issokay)
(lol I'm fine. Wait what if he just steals the name of someone else just because? Like, the creature just assumes there are a limited amount of names in the world and it's a miracle that most people he's met have had different names. Idk.)
(Creature: My name is Anna.
Anna: the hell-)
(Honestly Margaret and Anna are gonna just be two of the sweetest people you've ever met. They're kinda inspired by this butch woman who comes to my therapy group every Friday, and she just really loves her wife a lot. I kinda think they'll have a similar "god I love my wife" reverence for each other because those dynamics are cute. Also since butch lesbians are cool and valid they're both hella gnc and masculine-presenting because yes.)
(awwwwww that's soo cute also sorry for taking so long, imma have Robert rambling about Iceland and then Margaret walks in, is that cool? Sundays are kinda busy for me)
"Yes, Esme, yes!" Robert laughed, managing to set the letter on the table before she climbed onto him. His bath had been enough rest; he internally rolled his eyes at Maggie thinking he needed any more, at least for now. He shifted his weight and relaxed his shoulders, wrapping his arm around Esme's waist.
"For a long time, all we saw was ocean," he began. "Water on all sides. After about two weeks, we landed in Iceland. You remember Iceland on the globe, in the study? Well, it wasn't very icy at all. It was actually very green and rocky. We stayed in a town called Höfn- ack, it's hard to say right-" here he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, then, "and we had such wonderful food there, lamb and salmon and mashed fish stew, but do you know the oddest thing I tried?" he got a glint in his eye. "Fermented shark. The flavor was… woo, it was very strong. Probably a once and once only sort of thing." He chuckled. "Oh, and we saw reindeer, and foxes that were brown instead of red, and rabbits and sheep too." He paused, taking a breather.
"Shark? That sounds horrible. I love it!" she said, giggling her lungs out. "When did you get to the… uh, uh, cold place thing? What's the name? Mum keeps telling me and I always forget." she said, flopping over onto the floor so her legs were on the edge of the couch and her head was resting level with the carpet. The creature watched the scene with interest, he didn't remember being anything like that in the period he would have described as his "childhood". But things were different here, and he had to adjust to that difference if he was ever going to function. "Did you meet our guests there? Are they secretly snowmen in human disguises?" she asked, giggling some more at the absurdity of the suggestion.
(Ooh, he could name himself after one of the De Laceys maybe?)
(I think he probably wouldn't just because of the painful memories associated with that.)
(Tiny one! Is cute! Approval! Is good!)
(She's just so fuckign squishy.)
(SQUEEEEEEEEEEEE I LOVE HER SO MUCH-)
