The creature, for want of a better name, watched you from across the lab. He was curled in on himself, his skin purple, blue and tired with yellow, much like a bruise festering under living skin. The tangled, black curls that sat upon his scull were slightly wet, from where you had carefully washed them. The stitches that marred his frame were neat, a gorgeous show of Viktor Frankenstein’s steady hand.

The man in question was pottering around another part of the room, frowning as he pored over a book, the front cover of which proudly proclaimed itself to be ‘Journal XV’ in Viktor’s own messy scrawl. He was mumbling something under his breath as he flicked through journals fourteen, up to twenty three.

You were, what could only be described as Viktor’s partner. There never really was any official talk about the status of your relationship, only that you stayed with him in the lab, were his greatest friend, and someone he occasionally shared kisses with. And, you were helping raise, if that was the right word, the creature he had created.

From day one, when he had only begun to dream of bringing life back from the dead, you were there, and stayed throughout it. If it weren’t for you, Viktor admits, he would have been too harsh on the creature who only had just entered this world in who he was now. He would have lost his temper too soon, would have snapped and hit him like his own father had hit himself. Though you steadied his hand, taught him patience with the creature. Now, the thing new a couple words, both his and your name, and he could understand most things if you spoke clearly, but he did still struggle with actually talking.

You were his favourite. The creature would smile excitedly when you spoke to him, and loved wrapping you tight in his arms affectionately. Viktor found it amusing, and honestly fairly sweet at the way the creature seemed to adore you so.

“My dear!”

He exclaimed, walking over to you while he held up one of the journals, seemingly having found the thing he had been looking for in them. Viktor took a sip of your coffee when he got by your side, resting a hand on the nape of your neck to plant a kiss on the crown of your head.

“Dear..”

The monster repeated as he slowly approached from the other side of the room, blinking owlishly at you. He still hadn’t quite mastered walking, so he hobbled a little when he moved over, until he finally managed to plop himself down on the sofa beside you.