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

Started January 14, 2021 by Deleted user

tune

Edit topic

(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.)

Robert shrugged as he followed Victor into the carriage after making sure the small man didn't trip. "Anything could happen," he said, which probably wasn't the most reassuring thing to say, but it's something he got used to saying frequently on his adventures. "But yes, we are mostly safe here," he amended. "What exactly do we need to be safe from?"
They were moving now, the carriage jiggling as the wheels struck the cobblestone. Pedestrians stared and gawked at the creature sitting with the coachman as they passed. Robert stared out for a moment. "Pedestrians?" he suggested.
He eavesdropped on the creature and the coachman with curiosity. Only the rhythmic tapping of his foot on the floor betrayed his anxiousness to get home.

"I'm worried for us. My creation will draw too much attention. And probably get us killed if we don't get out of here quickly." he looked around, the tapping of Robert's foot only serving to make his anxiety worse. "Can we tell the driver to hurry up? I don't wish to be stuck here for much longer." he leaned on Robert, too tired to stay upright and too energetic to rest. He began playing with Robert's hair, trying to calm himself down a little as he let the carriage jostle his weak frame around. "Your hair is incredibly soft, how do you do it?" he asked, now fascinated by Robert's downy locks.

The creature mostly nodded along at the coach driver rambled, but a particular question caught him.

"Are you Russian? You seem to be, what with the height. Russians are tougher than anything, I reckoned you were Russian the moment I first saw you."

"Er, I wouldn't say that. I could be anything for all I know. I didn't ever meet anyone I'd consider a parent." he said, trying not to offer up too much information. The stares of the crowds around him sere enough to turn his stomach, but the carriage was quickly reaching the city limits, relief would come soon.

"An orphan then? Ah, so was I, so was I. Me mum died right when I was born, and me dad kicked me out when I was just a little'un, and I practically raised meself. I met my Laura soon after, insep'rable we were. Still are, although I do much more travelin' now that I have a job."

"Not exactly an orphan… it's too difficult to describe, I'd prefer not to speak of it."

"I'll allow that. A man has his secrets, needs 'em maybe. I s'pose it's no crime to keep parts of yourself hidden, but your cryptic nature is certainly something else. Are you usually this quiet?"

The creature nodded, not offering much of an answer. They were past the city, and onto the "open road", and it was a lot less stressful here now that they were in familiar territory.

(Since I just woke up, I have to do things like personal hygiene :p I'll be back in 30ish minutes)

(no problem dude! I'll be making some oatmeal so hopefully we'll be back around the same time.)

"Ah, right," Robert muttered. "Sorry, I'm unused to attention being the biggest threat to my existence." He hoped the way he said this didn't sound too rude. He waited for a pause in the creature and coachman's conversation before leaning out the window to call, "My good sir, would you mind picking up the pace? My guests and I are anxious to get to our destination."
He felt the speed of the carriage increase with a "Right you are, sir!" said, "Thank you!" in response, then ducked his head back inside.
He let Victor lean on him and play with his hair. It reminded him of his sister, which only intensified his desire to see her. He chuckled. "I don't know. I'm honestly surprised you find it so soft."
The ride was smoother once they got dirt and dust under them instead of cobblestone. Robert blinked, furrowing his brow. "Why do you like my hair so much, anyway?"

Victor blinked, leaned into Robert some more. The man himself was soft, all over, unlike Victor who was bony and angular and had been all his life. Victor noticed that Robert smelled very strongly of saltwater, probably from sailing, yes, but Victor had done plenty of sailing and he never smelled like saltwater. "I just like you, honestly. You're like a cuddly cat, or a sheepdog. I use to see those in the mountains, they were a lot like you. Very soft and good for when you need emotional support after your friends and family died by your hand." he said, toying with Robert's hair, braiding it and unbraiding it in swift, sharp movements that seemed too alive for how dead Victor was, just as much a living corpse as the creature was at this point.

Victor stayed silent the rest of the journey, eventually dozing off and snoring slightly into Robert's arm, a little drool dribbling down his cheek. He woke once the carriage had stopped, however, right at their destination. The creature hopped off, thanked the driver, and moved to open the carriage doors for Victor and Robert. He hoped the move of respect and friendliness would be enough to get on Robert's good side.

Robert laughed lightly, a little surprised to receive the compliment from Victor. "I've been told something like that before, but I'm glad you think so."
He didn't really think about it that much, though the last part of it played on his mind. He hadn't really planned to be emotional support, but if Victor found him good for it, he supposed he might as well be.
He found himself dozing off too, despite his anxiousness, or maybe because of it, he wasn't sure. Although he would realize later that adventuring to the north pole would take its toll, obviously. He woke to find the carriage rolling along a familiar path, and he smiled with excitement and relief. They were surrounded by forest on one side and swaying fields on the other, then they turned a corner, and there it was.
The house was large, though not large enough to be considered a mansion or a manor. It had a brown-gray facade, almost mauve seeming, with white trim and a slate-gray roof. A circular tower rose alongside the triangular prisms, and at the bottom, neatly trimmed hedges and flower bushes surrounded the stone steps leading up to the black-painted cedarwood door. Walton House. He was home.
He got out of the carriage, thanking the creature with a nod and a smile that may have come from his excitement more than his appreciation of the creature's politeness. He went back around to unfasten his luggage and brought it around to the bottom of the steps, and waited for the others.
"Thank you again!" he said to the coachman.

The creature didn't mind how Robert shrugged him off. He looked out to the house, it was cozy and there was a garden wrapping around the house, where a child of maybe about 8-9 years old was playing. The moment she saw Robert, she rushed up to his, tackling his legs in a huge hug. "Uncle Robert! You're home!" she squealed, but then steadied herself, straightening her filthy dress. "It's Esme, I got older, didn't I! I got two inches taller since you left, I bet you barely recognize me!" she giggled. Victor slowly exited the carriage to find the scene, and decided not to interfere. This was between the two of them. He remembered William being a lot like this, always so full of life and excitement to tell Victor about a new species of frog he'd read about or an interesting leaf he found in the garden.

The creature quickly moved to cover himself with a shawl, obscuring the scarred grey skin of his face as effectively as possible. He didn't want to frighten such an innocent little girl, especially not with how she so clearly trusted Robert to keep her safe. No, it would be better if he simply left even, but he didn't have that choice now. She'd already seen him.

"And you brought guests! I'll go tell mum, she'll be so excited!" Esme gave an expectant look to Robert and the other two to follow along, and then ran off.

(That's the reason I don't write that many kids lmao)

(Fair dude.)