I was wondering if I could request of how Adam would react to his lover getting him flowers in the forest while they were gathering berries for the both of them? I feel as though he’d tear up at the gift and would cherish them forever 🥹
Oh, how cute is thatttt !! Yes!!
Your favorite blackberry bush had thrived for years and goodness were you thankful. You were quite the fiend for them, but tried not to overdo it. But who else came to love them? Your loving giant, Adam.
You remember the first time he tried one, proceeding to eat an Adam sized handful, his face an adorable mess. And when you made blackberry pie for him? It was over...
As you picked from the bush ,not to far into the nearby woods, you caught something out of the corner of your eye.- lavender primrose...lots of them.
First, you glanced at your basket of berries, finding there to be more than enough for a pie. You approached the bed of flowers and knelt down, setting the basket aside and beginning to gentle pick the primrose, bunching them together by their stems into a small bouquet. You smiled to yourself when finished, picking up the berry basket in in your free hand and standing.
You smelled the flowers, sighing in pleasure at the floral scent before making your way out of the woods and into the open grass, returning to your cottage where Adam had been out back, sitting by the small pond and reading.
You rounded your shared home to find him, setting the berry basket down before you snuck up behind him, placing a kiss to the side of his head. His large frame stiffened before he turned to you with wonder in his eyes, clearly surprised by you.
"Y/n-" he started to say your name before he saw the flowers, lips still parted. You rounded the log he was sitting on and held them out to him with a small bow of your head, "For you, sweet one~" you had the softest of smiles on your face as you met his gaze. To your surprise, he was momentarily froze, staring at the flowers, book still in his hand. His eyes slowly glazed over with tears.
"Adam?" you sounded concerned, but weren't too worried. He looked up at you, "For...for me?" he asked, needing your reassurance. He already knew the answer, but the swelling of his heart overwhelmed him.
"Well...yes... you're my only sweet one..." you confirm. He blinked and practically dropped his book before standing, reaching out to touch one of the primrose petals with a gentle finger.
"For me...pretty flowers..." he spoke in the softest of tones, though still deep. A tear slipped from one of his eyes and your expression fell slightly, but it wasn't one of sadness, you were simply in awe of how emotional he was. He touched the bouquet with his palm, engulfing overhalf of it before the hand came to your face.
Hope to spend a lot of time tomorrow on Kind and Gentle Part 2!!! Let's hope I'm not exhausted all day! :3 As for The Assistant's Adam....I'm still trying to figure out how to intertwine reader with the William and Elizabeth visit! Of course Elizabeth and reader will get on Victor's ASS, but I need to think a lot more!
Okay hi haha I'm super new to this request thing so bear with me but I saw you asking for ideas and I thought why not!!
So my idea is like Adam Frankenstein is staying with reader (similar to how he was with the old man) and yk she's teaching him to read and speak and stuff (can the story take place in his era where his English wasn't that great cause he's so cute then OMG) and he helps with labor and chores.
Now as reader and Adam get closer he starts developing feelings for her but he's so new to all of this he doesn't really understand it so he consults romance books for advice but yk they're all super grand and exaggerated!! So reader is very confused when he's suddenly being super romance! (Bringing her big bouquets of wild flowers he picked, scooping her up bridal style for no reason, giving her super poetic compliments, or any other romantic ideas you can think of I loge touchy feely fluff but it's all very clumsy and stuff cause he's Adam frankenstein duh haha)
Anyway finally reader is like okay what's going on with you and he like spills the beans that he was just trying to court the reader and ugh super cute fluffy romantic ending maybe a kiss heh
(also maybe reader sorta tests Adam similar to how Elizabeth did? Like personality wise)
ANYWAY if you don't get to this that's cool I just love your work and can't wait for the next part of kind and gentle - 🦇
(Why hello there! This is a lovely idea! Though it is something that is very very similar to Kind and Gentle, so I will write you something small that incorporates romance!)
Forms of romance appeared in almost every story, whether it be fictional or not...and this fascinated Adam. Companionship that involved the warmth of the heart and physical contact. He wanted to feel and be able to express all of it.
Especially with you...
He found himself staring more, but spent time more out of sight so that you wouldn't catch him in the act. He would watch the way you move your hands and what made you smile. Everything you touched and caressed...he wanted that to be him...and he wanted to touch you like that too.
One day he saw you out near the stable of sheep, feeding the three of them one by one before you would show them affection. He was jealous...unaware of his pathetic pout as he watched you from beside the cottage. And then suddenly a noise-
"Meow-"
Adam jolted before looking down, seeing the feral but kind tabby cat that hung around your home. He blinked a few times before the orange feline rounded his leg and it's tail twitched.
"Little meow..."
He mumbled deeply before he leaned down as slow as could be, sure the cat moved out from underneath him before he knelt down fully. He held out a trembling hand, the fur ball coming to nuzzle his discolored index finger, purring. He smiled and watched, his heart swelling.
"Well now I'm jealous...you made a new friend..."
Your voice caused Adam to jolt as he had with the cat, his finger twitching, though he didn't want to startle the cat. He looked up and shook his head.
"N-No...not friend. You are friend..." he clarified, though the cat moved to nuzzle his palm, interested in more of his touch. You knelt down next to his large form, reaching out to run your hand over the cat's back, causing it to arch. You chuckle.
"I'm just kidding. Little Meow can be your friend." you tell him, referring to it as he always did. He simply nodded, watching the cat approach you instead. He nodded.
My friend...and you aremy friend..." he says in return, watching the cat nudge itself against your legs as you pet it. He frowns, which you notice.
"Yes I am...and you're mine." You smile at him, but his frown remains as you pet the cat. You tilt your head, "Is something wrong?" you ask. Adam was hesitant to answer, resting his hands on his knees.
"You pet the cat...I want that too..." he admits with a disjointed look, meeting your gaze with a sadness that surprised you. He looked so hurt for something you thought was so simple.
"You...want pets? Like Little meow?" you asked, brows raised as you paused your petting of Little Meow. Adam nodded. You were silent before chuckling.
"All you had to do was ask, you know?"
Adam's eyes lit up, "I can have them?" His voice was no longer one of upset, but of hope. Instead of answering, you stand, reaching down to rest your hand atop his head, smoothing your palm over his dark hair. Adam almost seemed frozen in time before he shut his eyes.
Your heart swelled.
"You look like you're about to purr." you joke, giving his scalp a few scratches, his strands parting in between your fingers. Adam opened his eyes and looked up before he started to hum, a sound that was deep and gravely.
"Purring." he said simply, shutting his eyes again. You felt as if you were going to melt into a puddle then before you moved in front of him and simply cupped his face as he knelt beneath you, a bit over half your size even in that position.
"Should I call you Big Meow?" you ask with a soft expression. Adam looked at you with wonder.
"Yes."
(This was so cheesy...I apologize if you're lactose intolerant...)
Request: Adam attempts to cook a meal for the reader. It’s not very good but not for lack of effort and he’s excited about improving.
Oh! How cute is that!! I love this <3
Adam had yet to ever feel such excitement as he was particular about picking the most appealing vegetables from your small garden. He had a focused expression on his face as he filled the woven basket he watched you tirelessly work at months and months ago.
You were currently miles away in town retrieving various items for your life out in the wilderness. New clothes for the winter, fabrics, non-parables and tools. You wouldn't be back until dusk most likely.
With careful fingers, he picked out carrots, potatoes, onions that he proudly grew himself, and strawberries from your most precious crop. He knew how much you loved strawberries, but what he didn't know, was that one of these things was not like the other.
But everything he would do for you was with good intention and adoration.
He stood up straight, his fingers caressing the ingredients with his fingertips. He smiled to himself and made his way inside the small cottage you shared with one another.
He pushed open the door and ducked under it's frame, shutting it behind him before he made his way to the hearth, placing two logs over the dwindling fire. He had already placed a large pot on the hob next to the the fire.
The water within it was already warm, but he recalled you waiting for the water to boil before you would cook, so he shifted the hob over the flames, watching the water within it as he waited.
His mind turned as he thought meticulously about the order he would put each veggie and...fruit in, along with things he might have been missing. His lips parted when he thought of something that may help with the taste.
He straightened his posture once more as he approached the wooden counter and cabinets of the kitchen area, opening them. His eyes shifted around before he found the salt, retrieving it carefully with a mere three fingers. He returned to the fire, seeing that the water had started to bubble.
He knelt down, beginning to plop each ingredient whole into the pot, then adding multiple shakes of salt. He smiled as he watched the fresh ingredients bob up and down in the boiling water.
He then sat sown fully with a thump, looking to the window to see the setting sun. His heart rate increased in anticipation.
After plenty of glances to the pot, he removed the hob to look at the pitiful soup that looked immaculate to his eyes. It looked perfect. Both him and the hob kept near the fire when the door to the cottage creaked open, revealing you with two decent sized sacks of goods.
Adam perked up and was quick to stand, but you first set your things down with a deep breath before acknowledging him and smiled, then noticed the smell.
"Did you-?"
Your eyes turn to the large pot near the fire and you approached it without hesitating, eyes roaming the "soup" he had graciously made for you. It looked ridiculous, but you had immediate appreciation for it. You looked to Adam.
"Did you make this for me?" you asked while knowing the answer. He nodded and turned his body to you, letting out a soft noise of confirmation, "Yes. I knew...you would be very tired when you returned." He smiled softly at you, hid hands moving to be held to his chest. Your expression softened.
"It looks incredible....thank you." You smile right back, looking back to the pot, "Get some bowls for us, hm?"
Adam immediately complied and retrieved the two of you some soup bowls, snatching up a ladle in the process. He returned with excitement in his eyes, serving you a bowl first so he could watch your reaction.
You watched as each ingredient plopped into your bowl. A strawberry, onion, and a full carrot floating a bit pathetically. You had to hold your breath momentarily before looking up again.
"Spoons too?" you reminded him, to which he was immediately embarrassed for forgetting, he fetched the forgotten utensils and gave one to you. He looked between you and the bowl.
"Try...please..." he spoke with clear anticipation. You took a breath, bracing yourself for the taste. You dipped your spoon in the concoction and decided to retrieve the strawberry, bringing it to your lips before taking it into your mouth. You held it in your mouth for a moment before biting down.
It was...not good...at all, but it warmed your heart. You swallowed with a smile, managing to not react in the way the way your taste buds did.
"You really made this? All by yourself?"
Adam nodded again, his soft smile growing, "For you. Yes. You like it?" he asked hopefully before he swallowed, "You like it?" he asked. You nodded.
"It's perfect. I love that you added strawberries. I never would have thought of that." you assured, taking in some of the water and a taste of onion. You hum happily, "Perfect."
You set the bowl down and stand up from your kneeling position. You motion for him to lean down, to which he did with a pounding heart.
"Thank you, Adam." you say with sincerity before kissing his scarred cheek that had more color than usual. His eyes widened before shutting as he tried not to reach out for you.
Raise your hand if seasonal depression is kicking your ass!! I'm done with my school quarter and YET I sleep all the time and am a slug...I live in WA so dark out early is DARK and rainy!
Half of the day I daydream about writing and then I never get on my laptop smh! I just want you guys to know I am so HERE!
Random question you can answer in the comments...Anybody excited for Markiplier's horror movie coming out: Iron Lung? I AM
Also if anyone had heard about the flooding here, I do live in the area that it is happening, but I am not in any danger!! Just quite the flooding in my town!
(Hello everyone! I really hope you enjoy! This took me a hot minute. I hope to make this multiple parts, but only if it does well! Thank you for reading and enjoy!)
It was difficult being Victor's "assistant". He worked alone, after all, didn't he? No...not this time. Not when your uncle was so insistent you work beside him...shadow him, if you will. It was a poor excuse for it...he wanted you to learn all he could from you about his process of reanimation.
You knew why.
You always had to stand yards away to give the Baron space, but that was enough for you to learn. Everything was meticulous and fascinating, so you came to enjoy yourself, your heart racing at the sight of bone and ligaments. But the smell of the lab? Not so nice...you were just thankful for the windows.
As time began to run out and everyone took to the battlefield for new material for the life that was to be created, you stayed back at the tower with barely anything to do.
Except for sneak a peek at Victor's notes.
You peeled the pages apart, marveling at the illustrations and intellectual descriptions that you could barely understand. You grinned as you read, tracing the dried ink that made up the anatomy of every organ drawn. But you knew not to risk anything, so you let yourself spend merely an hour or two snooping.
When Victor returned with your uncle and his entire band of helpers, you scurried back to the lab.
"You. Come."
Victor gestured for you to make your way to the slab of stone that held the currently lifeless and unfinished body. He took your hand with his own, gloved in red leather, placing it on the being's chest.
"I've nearly lost hope, but I know....now I know..."
You looked from the body to him, your fingers splayed out on the cold skin. You smile softly.
"I never lost hope, Not in you." you told him, looking between his eyes. It was true, you did admire him. Victor huffed and gave you head a pat.
"Out of all assistants I could have had...I'm glad it was you." he smiled back before walking away, his shoes echoing through the lab. You blink before sighing, looking back at the body. Soon...
You couldn't wait.
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It was deep...a very deep sleep that you were woken from. Your name was being called loudly, thunder and lighting crashing around the tower. Your eyes shoot open, heart immediately racing. You sat up. The echoing call of your name was all you needed to hear to know what was going on. You jumped up and slipped on a pair of boots, nearly sprinting to the lab from your makeshift room.
"Victor?!"
You call to him before you gasp, covering your mouth as you saw your uncle splayed out on the tiled floor, cracked open by his head, blood pooled around it. You run to his body and kneel next to it.
"No time!! Help me!!" Victor's voice caught your attention, and you slowly looked up, watching him move to one of the large batteries, slamming on one of it's energy mechanisms, giving it the last kick of power it needed.
"M-My Un-"
"Forget him!" He grabbed your wrist and pulled you up forcefully, pointing at the crucified body, an iron accessory attached to it's chest, a battery over the center of his chest. You froze for a moment. Just days ago...not one week...he was attaching bones...organizing and attaching muscles...tendons...and now.
He was whole.
"Look at me."
A damp hand came to your cheek, the rest of him soaked with rainwater from his time atop the tower, Victor's eyes locked on yours, "Please don't give up on me." he spoke in an oddly calm voice for the situation. You swallowed and shook your head, "I wouldn't dream of it." you assure him.
You both nod at each other and duck away from the dangerous experiment at hand, watching the reverse crucifixion before you. Electricity surrounded it's head...a current caused by nature. You both looked on in awe.
Before you knew it, everything powered down, overwhelmed by the power provided by the storm. Victor let go of you and ran to the mechanism that held the body in it's vertical position, pulling a crank to bring it down. You approached in silence, your head tilted, heart racing. The battery that above his chest lost it's red glow, causing Victor to panic.
"No, no no!" he pulled it off and tossed it aside before he slammed his fist against the body's chest. You gasped and covered your chest at his action, your heart in my stomach.
"I've failed...failed..." Victor listened to the body's chest for any sign of life one last time before he ran his hands over his face, "All worthless..." he sighed and walked away slowly and with shame. Your gaze followed him.
"Victor...Wai-"
"I'm going to sleep...I need to sleep." he cut you off, wandering away. You decided to leave him be, looking back to the still body, stepping closer. Right up to the slab it laid upon.
You reached out, tracing your fingers over it's forearm. Lukewarm...I assumed from the earlier heat. My eyes roam it's body and your current frown deepened. I reach for his pulse point and feel nothing.
"Mm..." you let out a soft hum before you reach for one of it's hands, imagining what it might feel like to hold it, but pull your hand away from it before you can even try...lifeless.
You step away, reaching up to wipe a stray tear from your right eye with your thumb. You glance back one last time before heading back to your room, still in your wet nightgown and boots. You fall back onto your bed, quickly falling into another deep sleep.
Your dreams swirled with colors, reds and blues, greens and yellows. It was a dream like none other. So far from reality, but the beauty of it felt like a sign.
And then a rush of feeling. You gasp and sit up.
"Y/n! Wake yourself for God's sake! wake up!"
Victor's voice woke you promptly and you look at him with wide eyes, "Wh-what? What is it?" You were pulled from your bed, rattled again by whatever was happening now. You rub my eyes with your fingers as Victor pulls you along.
"Where are we going?" You asked as you both descended the main staircase. It seemed like he was purposefully refusing to answer, so...a surprise? Now? It certainly wasn't the time.
He pulled you into the basement before he stopped you at the bottom of the steps, "Now...don't be alarmed...don't be alarmed. We've done it." he gestures to the mid-section of the basement, to which you peak to.
He...did it...
You gasp almost inaudibly, your lips simply parting. You count your steps as your legs tremble, slow to approach.
It was alive...the creature, no...this was a man.
It looked up slowly as it sat on a slab of stone, making a soft noise of curiosity, gravely and deep. Your lower lip trembled and the creature slowly stood, but you didn't flinch, simply looked as it did you.
When you reach the creature, you meet it's gaze as it towers over you, it's expression gentle and searching, eyes dark and full of emotion. It reached up, it's chains rattling as he did, which you had just then noticed. You watched his hand as it wasn't afraid now that he was associated with at least one person before you mimicked. his movement, raising your hand up for him to touch.
He was just as you imagined if not more. His pale skin and intricate scars gave him a beauty that you had never seen in your life. He was perfect...long limbed with muscles just beneath the skin. His furrowed brow bone didn't add any sort of anger to his look, only masculinity.
"It's very curious." Victor speaks up, to which you do not reply. The creature made another soft noise, it's lips parted.
You reach out, touching one of his finger with your own with gentle contact. The creature made another sound, one of approval. You smile.
It reaches out with it's other hand, fully taking yours with his own. You watch him observe it, his thumb pressing against each of your knuckles.
You try not to chuckle at the nearly unbelievable size difference of your hands, but you decide to keep the moment quiet as he studied you. You finally spoke to it.
"You're warm too...you know?" you tell it, taking note of it's body heat now that he was living. It was more of just an observation for yourself. You assumed he did not understand. But then...it spoke.
"Vic-tor..." the creature spoke softly, voice low and slightly resonating. It turned your hand palm up, tracing the creases of it. You look to Victor, curious.
"It's all it's been saying. I'm sure it will speak more within a week or so." Victor replied to your look. You nod, "I see...but we should let him take his time-"
"Him?" Victor cuts you off as he often does, "I wouldn't go that far...at least not yet." he tells you as if explaining a fact. You lift a brow, "Not yet?" you question, making victor step closer.
"It's shown no sign of intelligence...not really, at least." he looks to the creature, "Look at it. I'm not certain there are too many thoughts behind those eyes." he explains. I look back to it, watching it carefully.
"Would it not be correct to say it's too soon to assume that? It's newly born, in the sense of the word...your Adam, if you will." you tell him, flexing your fingers a bit for the creature to watch, "He simply needs to be taught...to lean."
The creature then looks up at you and meets your gaze, it's dark and mismatched eyes observing your features before reaching out and just barely touching a stand of your hair. It sees your smile and takes that as permission to take a few strands and feel them.
"I'll prove it to you." you say softly, still smiling with wonder as you address Victor, "That he can learn." You were determined. Victor nods and approaches fully, causing the creature to look up at him, "Vic-tor..." It'[s eyes were full of curiosity and recognition. Victor stool next to you.
"Yes...Yes that's my name, isn't it? I suppose one words is better than no words, hm?" He gently placed his palm to the side of the creature's head before giving it a small caress, "We shall see, won't we?"
The creature leans into his touch without hesitation, closing it's eyes, but continues to touch your hair. He was quite like a cat.
"He likes your affection. There isn't a doubt in my mind that he thinks of you as some sort of father." you tell Victor, to which he thinks for a moment before replying, "Perhaps a master, no?" You immediately shoot him a look of uncertainty. That attitude was dangerous.
"Is that how you see it?" you ask. Victor tilted his head as the creature sat back down slowly with a small thud on the slab, chains rattling, "Yes, I think yes. At least until I know it's truly human." he says before he looks to you, "You disagree, do you?" You quick to give him a nod, "Yes. As I understand your concern for your safety because of the unknown, you shouldn't keep him under such control...he may become very timid; even fearful." You were concerned.
"You care so much for someone who didn't lift a finger as I made him...though I understand I barred you from it." he tells you, tone accusative, He lift the creatures chin leaning down just slightly to look at it.
"Never forget that it is mine."
He looks to you, his narrowed eyes sending a chill though you. You avert your eyes and sigh out through your nose, "You don't have to remind me...Baron." You look back, tension immediately between you two.
Victor then looks back at the creature before standing up straight, "I'm sending a letter out for William and your sister. I imagine when they receive it they should be here in a day or so." He tells you, making your eyes light up.
"Elizabeth? Oh, that's wondaful!" a smile returns to your face and you notice the creature had yet to stop touching your hair, "I think she might be more delighted to see him than William." I say, reaching out for the creatures bicep to feel more of his skin.
"It...Y/n. It..."
Victor corrects you again and you roll your eyes, "It...certainly..." you say to appease him. Of course when you're not around Victor it will be him...always him.
"Now...I prefer you leave us." Victor tells you, his hand now on the creature's shoulder as he taps his fingers on it's skin. You capture the creature's gaze and give him a look of longing and affection. You reach your and take his hand once more before letting it go and stepping back.
The creature whimpers and makes a pitiful noise of disappointment, reaching out for you and your hair. He had dark eyes that were pleading like a baby deer. You try not to frown before you look at Victor, "As you wish." You begin to walk away, hearing the confinement chains rattling. Victor had to shush the creature and sit him back down.
You forced yourself not to look back, hearing the deep whimpering coming from behind you, but you did pause, clutching the fabric of your nightdress before you exit up the series of steps and slowly return to bed, longing in your heart.
You had so many questions...worries....were full of anticipation.
What would William and Elizabeth think?
What about your uncle's body?
Much was to come.
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How would Adam react to his partner spoiling him? Like maybe a bath where they wash and brush his hair, cooking his favorite foods for him, lots of kisses and cuddles of course, just all together doting on him?
He's probably the type of man that doesn't want anyone to provide for him, but he wants to provide for others, to make himself useful so he feels worthy. as long as he can make someone smile, he is as happy as can be.
He might be confuse and try to refuse a few times, gently of course. I'm thinking...imagine if he was surprised with a drawn bath, I imagine his partner would pull him to it by his wrist to get him to move, and when he saw it, his eyes would widen. He would just:
"You did this...for me? This is...for me?"
I imagine he would tear up a bit, touched by any sort of pampering that was ever done for him. He would be a living pleading emoji. He would want to return each and every favor ten fold most likely.
Headcanon request: Adam at Christmas. Does he celebrate? If so, how? What’s his first experience of the holiday and what are his thoughts?
I think he would celebrate any holiday tbh! As long as it's a joyful celebration! He would LOVE Christmas!
I don't think he would be interested in the religious aspect, but via the movie at least (And probably the book, I haven't read! I'm a fake fan...) , he read the bible, lol, so he might want to give some sort of thanks if everyone else is doing it!
This goes for every religious celebration IF he is with people he loves! Alone he might not be too interested. He's very agreeable and wants to have fun with others.
If we're talking Santa? Oh lord he would love that...I imagine he loves children because of their growing minds and curiosity. And the fact that a being so small and innocent could appreciate him would warm his heart! THINKING ABOUT HIM DRESSING UP AS SANTA! Though of course this would be in the 1900s.
"..." will definitely be a large part of Adam's dialogue, I fear! He be taking so many pauses between words. I really want to find a solid way to portray the way he speaks. Any thoughts, y'all? I appreciate your comments so much!
A touch, a soft breath, a shiver, and even a small sound...it was barely perceivable in your sleep, but it made you stir.
Your eyes slowly opened as you sat up, your brows furrowing when you felt the winter air hit your face. You look to the window, completely agape.
Not good.
It was certainly cause for alarm...so you tense before immedediately getting up and closing it, barring it closed with a sturdy wooden slab across the bottom, closing the curtains. You continued by snatching up the up the wooden staff beside your bed; one you used when you had fractured your leg during the spring months. Your eyes searched the dark room.
Nothing. Not until you heard two heavy steps come from the living area of the cabin. Your heart began to race as you hesitantly made your way to the ajar door of the bedroom.
It was terribly dark save the dying embers in the hearth...the hearth that was blocked by an enormous shadow. A bear? What sort of animal?
"Out! Leave!"
Your voice hesitantly boomed and the figure stiffens, moving to the corner, clearly afraid. Your brows furrow once more. Why would a beast be so fearful of a girl living alone near the forest? You approach it, pointing the staff at it. It turned slightly away from the wooded wall, facing you, but its features were unclear.
"You're no animal...who are you? Why are you here?" you scold, unaware that the thing had been trying to make itself seem smaller. You kept your body rigid as you stood your ground.
"I was...cold...I was cold."
It spoke up in a deep and resonating voice. It scared you. You stepped back, swallowing.
"So, you wanted shelter, hm? What happened to knocking on the door?" you asked harshly, huffing. You couldn't be too welcoming, even though you were debating on caring for whoever this was. You hadn't had company in so long...
"I am... not...."
He stopped his trembling, but he was still stiff. You tilt your head and stand up straight, relaxing a bit.
"Not what? Speak or leave." you demand, though your voice wasn't as threatening as before. Alas, he did not answer, earning another huff from you.
Still holding your staff, you approach the hearth and light a match, tossing it into the dying fire and lighting in ablaze once more. You turn to the thing...man in the corner.
"So... let's see why you're hid-"
Your eyes widen at the sight of the man, curled in on himself like a scared child. You blinked at his appearance as you process the intricacies of his face. It was like nothing you'd ever seen.
That pale skin...almost a drowned pale blue. You couldn't help but approach him further, his entire face coming into view. He was scarred...skin like patchwork. His hair was dark and flowed down past his shoulders, unkempt. A hint of grey could be seen.
"What...happened to you?" you had to ask. The man frowned at the question and guilt immediately washed over you, causing you to sigh and lower your staff. He had a menacing figure, tall and enlarged by his lays of tattered clothes. But those eyes? The gaze that wouldn't meet yours...was a gentle one.
"Come...come. Warm yourself." you gesture to the fire, "Company is company...however you may appear..." Your expression softens and you step near the hearth as if to lead him, "I want to see more of you. Please?" you ask in a tone softer than it had been. The man's eyes widened before a confused expression crossed his features.
"You...want to see...?" he asked, one of his feet shifting forward. You nod, a smile pulling at your lips, "Yes...I do." You spoke honestly.
He gave a slow and hesitant nod, cautiously approaching. His face almost glowed in the light of the fire, flames dancing across his unbelievable, yet human, features. Your lips parted as it took it in.
"Oh...I see." You commented without thinking. The man's eyes flicker to the light of the hearth and then to you.
"You see...what I am." he continues in that voice that kept your heart pounding. You decide to step closer, continuing to measure how close you could get. Those kind eyes were undeniable. He wasn't dangerous. You felt no fear as he towered over you.
"What you are? Well yes...a man...someone new. Someone who can stay if he wishes." you tell him, unable to help but look him up and down as respectfully as you could, trying to portray that it was simply to observe his demeanor and intentions. He was clearly taken aback.
"Stay...a while..." His expression was unreadable for a moment, eyes on the fire before a weak smile tugged at his lips and he looked back.
"Thank you."
There was happiness in his voice than made a warmth spread through your chest. You spoke again, "As long as you tell me your story, yes?" you ask, dying to know more. You didn't want to pry into his, clearly painful, past. But it only seemed fair. He was silent for a moment before nodding.
"I will...try...yes." he replied, the smile no longer there, which was expected, but you couldn't coddle him, as much as you wanted to comfort him. He looked almost delicate...like a newborn animal.
"Here." You reach out, "May I see your hands?" you ask, only asking for one at first. Surprisingly, the man slowly reached out without too much hesitation. You took it, cold and twice the size of yours. You ran your thumb across the pale skin, one finger discoed. You felt him watching you intently before your reached out with your other hand, pulling him closer to you and the warmth of the fire.
"Let's warm you up. Your hands are like ice." you tell him as he takes your other hand. You meet each other's gaze again. His eyes searched yours, full of gratitude and something akin to pleading.
"Name...I would like yours." he asks shortly after, making your smile grow. You happily reply, "Y/n...as simple as that. And yours?" you ask, to which he hesitated, but answers.
"My name is Adam." he replies quite simply, his gaze leaving yours once again. It was an unexpected name for someone so...unique...but you liked it.
"Adam." you repeated, causing him to look back with an expression of what seemed like wonder. You found him intriguing. Where on earth had he come from...it nearly ate at you.
"Y/n... It's kind...like you." His voice was so soft, as gruff as it was. He was already getting to you with that innocent look of his. You bring his hands up between the both of you, holding them there.
"Adam...gentle...like you."
(I haven't written in ages. Give me grace! And feel free to comment your thoughts!)
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