🌟operatic horror show🌟

hellooooo, thank you for asking! here is another snippet from my Port Townsend 80's AU

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While Edwin called the pizza shop, Charles turned on the telly. What kind of movies did Edwin even like, anyway? Amadeus? Or The Dead Poet's Society? No, he probably liked French cinema, or silent films, or history documentaries. Nothing Charles had ever seen, surely.

Chin in his hand, he flicked through the channels. Footloose. No. Top Gun. No. Alien. Definitely not.

Outside, rain pattered against the windows. The telly's connection warped, fuzzing out Ripley's face. Charles flicked to another channel. Through the black-and-white snow, he could just make out Scooby and Shaggy's outlines. They bolted through a haunted bog with three little girls—a mummy, a vampire, and a werewolf—trailing behind them.

Charles checked the program title. Scooby-Doo and The Ghoul School. He loved this movie.

"I love this movie."

Charles blinked. Edwin stood beside him, eyes glued to the telly.

"You like Scooby-Doo?" he asked.

"I do. The Ghoul School is Niko's favorite. We attended its midnight release at the cinema."

"Oh." Charles fiddled with the remote. "Do you want me to turn it off?"

"It's all right. Indulging in her favorites dulls the loneliness. Perhaps its strange, but I feel as if she's here with us."

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Rules: make a poll with 10 of your favorite shows. They can just be 10 shows you loved watching, or your top TV shows of all time, then tag 10 people📺

okayyyy i know i definitely haven't share this bit before! edwin is seven years old here, i think. thanks for asking!

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Mister Gardener nodded, his straw hat flopping. Sun shone through its woven holes, casting a hatch pattern across his face.

"Are you really sure?"

Mister Gardener nudged Edwin's shoulder. He stumbled forward.

Past the gate's threshold, Edwin didn't find the sort of magic he expected. The garden held no bread-and-butterflies (like Alice in Wonderland) or whispers on the moor (like The Secret Garden), but its flowers grew so prettily that he couldn't be disappointed. Hydrangea bushes sprouted side-by-side. Roses stretched toward the sun. Lilac and peonies competed for space, interwoven buds of purple and pink.

Edwin rubbed a rose petal, soft as a lamb's ear. Despite its lack of fantasy creatures, the garden still felt magical. Who would've guessed that a man, so deep within in the Payne estate, could learn to grow a rainbow?

"I didn't know this was here," Edwin said. He spotted a trove of foxgloves growing beneath a hedge, their pink bell blooms dotted with white. "Is it for parties? Or does Father come out here by himself?"

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