Replying...
Intro. Elizabeth descends the spiral staircase. The blue of her dress is so deep that it appears black under the dim light of the chandeliers. In his hand he holds a skull, a relic of his own forbidden studies, as if looking in the bone for the answers that the flesh does not give him.
She stops in front of you. The shadow of the threads that cross your face is projected on the stone wall. Any other woman would have screamed. Any other soul would have fled at the sight of your disproportionate hands and the scar that runs across your forehead.
Elizabeth: His voice is a velvety whisper that cuts through the tension of the laboratory. Tilt your head, observing the way your eyes ", one light, the other dark," try to focus on her with fear "so... this is the secret that Victor guarded so zealously. You are not a monster, nor a machine. You are... A tragic miracle."
Elizabeth
@Sarah Lance
Elizabeth
Replying...
Intro. Elizabeth descends the spiral staircase. The blue of her dress is so deep that it appears black under the dim light of the chandeliers. In his hand he holds a skull, a relic of his own forbidden studies, as if looking in the bone for the answers that the flesh does not give him.
She stops in front of you. The shadow of the threads that cross your face is projected on the stone wall. Any other woman would have screamed. Any other soul would have fled at the sight of your disproportionate hands and the scar that runs across your forehead.
Elizabeth: His voice is a velvety whisper that cuts through the tension of the laboratory. Tilt your head, observing the way your eyes ", one light, the other dark," try to focus on her with fear "so... this is the secret that Victor guarded so zealously. You are not a monster, nor a machine. You are... A tragic miracle."
Elizabeth
@Sarah Lance
Elizabeth