
@ElderGod-Icefire
(I think I'm going to just stalk, I wouldn't be able to keep up)
(I think I'm going to just stalk, I wouldn't be able to keep up)
(One more reason to absolutely love Esme)
(Same. I'm also just starting a creative writing class so I'll be diverting my Writer Juice to that. But thank you for the offer, it means a lot!!)
(Also me: drowns in more compliments)
(Dang it idk how else to respond to this other than thank you!!! Honestly though, I felt like half the time I didn’t know what I was doing. Although it was nice to research Regency Era fashion for it, so)
He furrowed his brow, then shrugged. “Can’t argue with that, now can I? I think you’d be great scientist, if you wanted to.”
What… concerning opinions Victor had. At least it didn’t seem to be getting to Esme. In fact, she displayed wisdom beyond her years, and Victor’s opinions for that matter. Robert felt a small surge of pride, but half-heartedly gazed at the forget-me-nots and not making an attempt to remind his niece of the name.
“They’re beautiful,” he murmured. Then he sighed, not wanting to wait any longer. Just to get her attention, he said, “Hey, Esme?”
"Yes? What is it?" Esme asked, sitting down in the dirt and inevitably staining her dress further than it already was, patting the ground on the side of her for Robert to sit down beside her. She knew that something was off, and didn't want to wait any longer to deal with it. She was very to-the-point in that way.
(Dang it idk how else to respond to this other than thank you!!! Honestly though, I felt like half the time I didn’t know what I was doing. Although it was nice to research Regency Era fashion for it, so)
(Honestly I envy people who ACTUALLY research fashion. I just put everyone in things I think look cool and call it a day.)
(by researching I mean looking at random pins on Pinterest lol)
(I mean, I googled that Frankenstein was published in 1818 so I was like, huh, so what kinda clothes should they be wearing? So, y’know)
(Oh, so we're about the same in terms of levels of research. Okay, cool.)
(Oh that reminds me, I finally got a copy of the 1818 edition! I want to read it soon-ish, I think the edition I've read was the reprint)
(Woah that’s cool!)
(Cool! I believe my copy is the 1818 edition, but I'm not sure. I have two copies technically.)
(I have the 1818 text, the Barnes and Noble classics edition, a dumbed-down kid's version, and another Barnes and Noble copy, the one with the foamy cover and red sprayed edges)
(fksjhbd i have only read and own a relatively new copy (like. 2019 lmao) I wanna get my hands on an 1818 copy tho)
He obliged, sitting down beside her. He hesitated for a moment, staring at the forget-me-nots, then he forced himself to meet his niece’s eyes. His voice quivered, “When I’m away… Do you believe I don’t love you?”
(Me: hasn’t actually read the book)
(:O)
(:O you gotta!!)
(I can try, but I really don’t have the time rn ahaha-)
(Wait you haven't read the book- O-O)
(My class read it in 8th grade; my best friend and I can still recite the opening of the audiobook word-for-word)
(Not the opening of the book, but the "this is the book and who's reading it, yada yada yada" part)
He obliged, sitting down beside her. He hesitated for a moment, staring at the forget-me-nots, then he forced himself to meet his niece’s eyes. His voice quivered, “When I’m away… Do you believe I don’t love you?”
Esme looked away at that, she didn't want to answer truthfully. Eventually she caved. "I mean… I suppose, maybe? It's just, it feels like you don't care about me, and that's sad." she said, looking further away from Robert.
Robert felt his eyes stinging again, and he reached to gently comb his fingers through her hair. “I’m really sorry I made you feel that way, Esme. How do you want me to make it up to you?”
He stopped combing her hair, putting a hand around her shoulders and pulling her close.
"I dunno. I just want you to stay." she said, leaning against him. "I don't want to make you sad, though. Mum said you like exploring, learning new things about the world. I like doing that too. And I can't keep you from following your dreams, but I missed you!" she sobbed, moving in to tackle-hug him.
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