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singillatim2026-02-11 08:51 am
simplyam) wrote in singillatim2026-02-11 08:51 am
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oh, I was raised on little light
Who: Frankenstein's Creature + YOU!
What: Catchall for his first few months.
When: Early Jan
Where: Milton Library
Content Warnings: none yet, will edit if that changes.
Please feel free to add me on discord at flightsofwonder or DM me here if you would like to plot!
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( Despite his instinct to remain in the shadows of this town and avoid its inhabitants’ potential ire, Adam – for that was the name he gifted himself after discovering his old’s friends well-loved copy of Paradise Lost had somehow appeared in his coat pocket, alongside Elizabeth’s rosary and a golden ring he’d only ever seen on Victor’s hand – curiosity seizes him after just a few days and persuades him out of his caution. It does not take long for his venturing to be rewarded.
He has never seen so many books in his life. The old man had told him there were more books in the world than his collection of a dozen or so novels and books of poetry, but Adam never would have imagined there would be enough to fill an entire cottage. To the modern eye, the library might seem quant in its size, but for Adam, it is the Library of Alexandria made manifest.
So, if you enter the building on any given day, you will most likely find a giant man with a myriad of facial scars tucked away in one of its corners. He sits hunched over, his head barely below a shelf of books that act as a shield from the world, wide-eyed and attention rapt as he reads the novel in his hands.
If you approach, he’ll start – and promptly hit his head on the shelf above him, causing all the books on the shelf to come tumbling down. )
Apologies. ( His voice is as low as thunder and coated with gravel, but clearly embarrassed as he moves to pick up the fallen books. He remembers himself now that he is in the presence of another person, and quickly moves to try and cover his face with his scarf. But as he picks up another book to put on the back on the shelf, he recognizes the issue, and his non-existent eyebrows furrow. )
I… do not know what order these were in. ( The old man kept his books in very specific places , since he was blind, and he thinks the same rule must apply here. At a loss, he looks to you for assistance, with eyes that aren’t unlike a confused dog - despite the light that reflects off his dead one. )
What: Catchall for his first few months.
When: Early Jan
Where: Milton Library
Content Warnings: none yet, will edit if that changes.
Please feel free to add me on discord at flightsofwonder or DM me here if you would like to plot!
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( Despite his instinct to remain in the shadows of this town and avoid its inhabitants’ potential ire, Adam – for that was the name he gifted himself after discovering his old’s friends well-loved copy of Paradise Lost had somehow appeared in his coat pocket, alongside Elizabeth’s rosary and a golden ring he’d only ever seen on Victor’s hand – curiosity seizes him after just a few days and persuades him out of his caution. It does not take long for his venturing to be rewarded.
He has never seen so many books in his life. The old man had told him there were more books in the world than his collection of a dozen or so novels and books of poetry, but Adam never would have imagined there would be enough to fill an entire cottage. To the modern eye, the library might seem quant in its size, but for Adam, it is the Library of Alexandria made manifest.
So, if you enter the building on any given day, you will most likely find a giant man with a myriad of facial scars tucked away in one of its corners. He sits hunched over, his head barely below a shelf of books that act as a shield from the world, wide-eyed and attention rapt as he reads the novel in his hands.
If you approach, he’ll start – and promptly hit his head on the shelf above him, causing all the books on the shelf to come tumbling down. )
Apologies. ( His voice is as low as thunder and coated with gravel, but clearly embarrassed as he moves to pick up the fallen books. He remembers himself now that he is in the presence of another person, and quickly moves to try and cover his face with his scarf. But as he picks up another book to put on the back on the shelf, he recognizes the issue, and his non-existent eyebrows furrow. )
I… do not know what order these were in. ( The old man kept his books in very specific places , since he was blind, and he thinks the same rule must apply here. At a loss, he looks to you for assistance, with eyes that aren’t unlike a confused dog - despite the light that reflects off his dead one. )