#goth lit

I like to imagine that Victor Frankenstein and his Creature look absolutely nothing alike at the beginning of their narrative, but as the story progresses, they become more and more visually similar. As the blood pumps through the Creature's veins and his stiff muscles loosen up, he begins to look a little more.... alive, for want of a better word, than the twitching corpse Victor first saw him as. Secretly living with the De Laceys, he copies their facial expressions, practicing them again and again until they almost come naturally. Almost. He even has some of his creator's clothes. Meanwhile, as Victor's health deteriorates, his skin becomes sallow and transluscent, revealing the blood vessels underneath. His hair grows long and wild. His lips turn purplish black and shriveled with frostbite in the harsh Arctic. And maybe, in the dimness of Walton's cabin, when the candlelight hits them just right, Victor's dull, watery eyes appear almost yellow.