forum gay-thic lit anyone? (o/o)

Started January 14, 2021 by Deleted user

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Robert's concern for Victor only grew, but he figured the creature could handle him. He took the books from the small pile of luggage and handed them to the creature, then took off his white captain's hat again, revealing his fluffy head, the color of brown sugar, and tied in a short, puffy ponytail at the nape of his neck. He grabbed his luggage, a suitcase that came up just between his waist and his hip, and a leather bag.
For a moment, he tried to hide a snicker. He wanted to suggest that Victor sit on the creature's lap, but chose not to. He managed to look somewhat poker-faced. "Follow me," he said, starting forward. Some of the crewmen offered to take his things, but he refused, not stopping. He led them to the edge of the street and looked around, trying to spot the carriage. "Any minute now…" he muttered.

(Dumbass squad what will they do-)

The creature took the books gratefully, tucking them under his arm as he took Victor by the collar and held him up like a sulky cat, practically having to drag him along to get him to do anything. "Victor, follow the captain, I can't keep dragging you along." he snarled, throwing Victor forward just slightly so as not to hurt the man, but maybe just startle him enough to comply. Victor did, seeming more interested in Walton and his fluffy hair than anything. He began to coo over it and start braiding it, and the creature sighed with relief. At least he was doing something other than annoying him, maybe this would give him time to read. Hopefully Victor's actions wouldn't annoy Robert, but rather keep them both entertained while they waited. The creature had watched Victor while in prison, he'd seen what he could be like and this wasn't actually too out of character for him.

(Just had a thought: creature was built as a man, probably didn't have much of a chance to cut his hair, but all the art I see shows him with long hair and no beard. I will change this today with my Creature But Beard (and very wild and scraggly at that) headcanons for reasons totally not related to my untapped resource of: bisexuality)

(wait have you guys listened to the Frankenstein musical?)

(I have indeed! Birth to my creation is 95% of my Whole Gender and I'm not ashamed to admit it.)

(YESSSS THE ANIMATICS WAHH I'M SAD THAT I CAN'T WATCH THEM RN T-T)

(Aww that's a Big Sad.)

Robert didn't mind the braiding of his hair itself, it had happened once before on the journey back, and his sister liked to braid it when they were young, but this was the first time Victor had done it in public. That was probably what made him more nervous. He raised his hand over to Victor in a vague attempt to get him to stop, but he was more focused on what was in front of him. His hazel eyes fixed on something to his left; he jumped a little as it came into view.
"There we are, my good sirs," Robert said as the carriage pulled up in front of them, pulled by a black and brown stallion. The coachman tipped his hat at the group, though he may have stared at the creature for a bit too long. Robert went around and fastened his luggage to the back of the carriage, then walked back and set a foot in, looking at the others. "Do you need help, Victor?" he asked, concern flickering across his freckled face.
(yeah Robert's hair is only the way it is for the sake of character design, not historical accuracy XD)

(I mean Robert was sailing for a while, he probably just didn't have time to cut it so we can just say we've cheated history on that one also Ice of course you can stalk just expect my Victor for this to a a bit nicer and twice as feral.)

Victor's frantic blue eyes darted around the area, and he began to tug on his hair, before getting into the carriage. "Robert, are we entirely safe here?" he asked quietly, while the creature ended up sitting up by the driver, the roof of the carriage too low for their stature. Even then, it was a tight squeeze, but now they finally had some time to read without Victor drawing too much attention to them.

They were reading Candide, ou l'Optimisme, in the original French since that was the language they'd learned originally and it was the language that would stay with them until their grave. How they'd managed to get a copy startled even them, people just had a habit of dropping books out in the woods around them, as far as they were concerned. Certainly, they were fluent in English, but had only become so by reading and listening.

"So, you're a scholar, eh?" the driver asked. This was a dangerous question, as the creature generally didn't like learned men on principle. I mean, look at Victor, the botched creation thought.

"I consider myself someone with a love of reading, but I'm no scholar." he returned, surprised at the generosity of the man's gentle demeanor towards him.

"Ah, like me wife. She en't a scholar due to the pricks at university rejecting her for bein' a woman, but I know she'll get there one day. My Laura is smarter than all'a 'em, with a big heart too."

"I'm glad to hear it. Your wife must be a very decent person." the creature said, not really knowing the social script for things.

"Oh she is, more'an anything. Say, do you have a lady love? I'm sure you due, what will all that height'n'all. Women love a tall man with brains, unlike me of course, who was lucky to get my Laura on accounting of my smaller stature and fickle intelligences." the question struck a note with the creature. He had never gotten a chance to love, owing it all to Victor for his misfortune.

(author's note: I'm genuinely sorry to call the creature such mean things.)