Apr 9, 2022
Anyway because I have to set it down somewhere as I can’t stop thinking about it but also I have no further ideas and no one would read that fic anyway, have this:
Vincent Morrow really hates being a cliché. It’s bad enough that the villagers did, in fact, storm his castle once with torches and pitchforks and all. But now he’s acting out the worst one of all: he’s embroiled in an affair with his younger, leggy, buxom and blonde assistant. That fact that Eric’s a man doesn’t do much to help mitigate it.
