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A presence.
He could feel a undeniable presence in his room. There was a stare so intense that it made the deepest of nightmares shriek away. He could feel something watching him. He could feel someone breathing on him. There was a hot breath against his still damp skin. There was someone in his room, and he was contemplating on if it was wise to awaken. Who could possibly be in his room? Why would they be here? What purpose is there to watch him sleep? Even in his despair of defeat he had this anxiety.
Who was there?
His eyes would force open, and they came into contact with another set. A set of eyes that did not entirely watch each other. Just a few shades to dark in one over the other. Eyes that he picked out himself.
He blinked.
It blinked back.
Was this a dream?
Slowly he brought himself to sit up, and the being seemed to follow his motion. Being itself to stand a little more proper. Stand in a height that would terrify all that passed. A body full of stitch work and uneven colors. Bandages draped over its body still, yet they were threatening to leave it bare to the cruel elements.
It was alive.
“Dear god….” Victor whispered, as he brought his still gloved hands to his face. In turn the being mimicked him. Brought its own massive hands to its face, and by accident caused the bandages over its mouth to slip. Show ashen lips that were parted in its heavy breathing. Was seeming exhausted from simply being.
“I…..I did it…..” He was overwhelmed in utter joy at his accomplishment. He really did it. He defeated death. He brought life into existence through sheer will power. He did it. He did it! There it stood. Tall, breathing, and mimicking!
“Look at you…..” Victor whispered, with tears in his eyes. He yanked his gloves off and reached out towards him. Waddled over on his knees to touch its skin. To feel his creature breathe and live.
It stepped back. It was cautious. Curious, cautious, and uncertain.
“It’s ok…..It’s ok….” He would hush, before offering his hands instead. Let it come to him. “It’s alright. Shhhh. It’s ok-“ He kept whispering. Eyes never tore away. They couldn’t if they wanted to. His awe was beyond words. He couldn’t stop this euphoria rushing through his body.
Large hands would reach out. Massive, yet gentle, they were. To come and trace themselves over the pale palms its creator possessed. How so much smaller he was. Warmed. Darker. How when it brought it to its face they made it feel safe. To have the thumb brush over its stitches with care.
“You are beautiful.” Victor praised. He couldn’t stop smiling. He couldn’t stop feeling this immense pride and satisfaction. There was also this whole other emotion he was feeling. He couldn’t word it. It was something so very strong. Stronger than anger. Stronger than sadness. It was this intense passion. This reborn drive. He felt determined. He felt…..
A new purpose.
“Look at you…..Oh you must be so exhausted…..That turmoil must have been so taxing…..” There was this intense need to worry. This need to care and understand. To pamper and spoil. Was this how his mother felt when he was born? Is this what William feels every time he wakes up next to Elizabeth? What were these new emotions awakened in him? He will burden over them later. There was something alive in front of him.
“Your eyes….Oh your eyes are so heavy…..Rest. You need rest.” He cooed, as he tried to lure it into his bed. Poor thing was so lost and had no coherent thought. It simply moved as it was touched. Followed in mimicry at whatever Victor did.
How the bed fought for its life to sustain them both. Such a massive weight made the bed sag, and the blanket barley covered the creature at all. Had to curl it’s knees up to keep the soft fabric on itself.
“That must feel nice. Doesn’t it?” Victor would whisper, as he brought the creatures face into his chest. Let it hear his heart beat. Cradle it as best as someone so large could be given. How its eyes closed and breathing stabilized. To be cradled and held. To be given safety. It knew nothing, yet knew enough to understand this was a sanctuary to behold.
Something in Victor bloomed out of the decay he grew up with. That madness and heart ache was twisted and reborn. All his hatred and anger was shifting and changing. His disgust at himself and the world was being stabbed by roses called a new hope and new future.
He was holding his greatest achievement.
He was tracing its stitch work.
He was keeping it safe.
He was keeping….him…..safe….
Something changed in Victor that morning. Something no one saw coming. The world would see him different now. Everything had changed when those big eyes locked into his. Something he couldn’t quite describe washed over him.
He made this.
He made this with love.