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Dae Aesthetics - Literature Edition. Bold what applies to your character!

STRANGE CASE OF DR. JEKYLL AND MR. HYDE

ᴄᴏʙʙʟᴇsᴛᴏɴᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs / ʟᴀᴍᴘs sʜɪɴɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏɢ / ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀᴍᴛʜ ᴏғ ᴀ ғɪʀᴇᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ / ᴜɴᴏᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ʙᴏᴛᴛʟᴇs ᴏғ ᴡɪɴᴇ / ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇɴsɪᴏɴ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢs sᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴀʀᴇ / ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛʜʀɪʟʟ ᴏғ ғʀᴇᴇᴅᴏᴍ / ᴘᴀɴɪᴄ ᴏғ ʟᴏsɪɴɢ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ / ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴠᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ / ɢᴜɪʟᴛʏ ᴠɪᴄᴇs / ᴛᴏᴘ ʜᴀᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ sᴛɪᴄᴋs / sᴇʟғ-ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ / ᴏʟᴅ ᴅᴏᴄᴜᴍᴇɴᴛs ᴛᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ɪɴ sᴀғᴇs.

FRANKENSTEIN, OR THE MODERN PROMETHEUS

ʀᴀɪɴ ʜɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡᴘᴀɴᴇ / ᴄᴀɴᴅʟᴇs ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴡ / ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴ ʀᴀɴɢᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ, sɴᴏᴡʏ ᴛᴏᴘs / ғʀᴇɴᴢɪᴇᴅ ᴏʙsᴇssɪᴏɴ / ᴀ ᴄᴇᴍᴇᴛᴇʀʏ ᴀᴛ ᴅᴜsᴋ / sʟᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀʜᴏᴜsᴇs / ᴀʟʟ-ᴄᴏɴsᴜᴍɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪʀsᴛ ғᴏʀ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇ / ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀɴᴇss ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴛʀᴇᴅ / ᴀ sᴇɴsᴇ ᴏғ ᴅᴜᴛʏ ᴡᴇɪɢʜɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀs / ɪɴᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴀʙʟᴇ ɢᴜɪʟᴛ / ᴛʜᴇ ғʀᴏᴢᴇɴ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴄᴛɪᴄ ᴄɪʀᴄʟᴇ/ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴏғ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇᴄᴋ / ʟɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ sᴘᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏ��ɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ.

THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY

ᴇʀᴏᴛɪᴄ ʟᴏɴɢɪɴɢ / ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴘᴀʟᴇᴛᴛᴇ / ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ᴄᴜʀʟs ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴏsʏ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋs / ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇsᴘᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴄʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ / ʙᴇᴇs ʟᴀᴢɪʟʏ ᴅʀɪғᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴀss / ʜᴇᴅᴏɴɪsᴍ / ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋɴᴇss ᴏғ ᴀ sᴏᴜʟ / ᴀ ᴅᴜsᴛʏ ᴀᴛᴛɪᴄ / ʜɪᴅɪɴɢ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛs / ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴘᴏᴏʟɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴏᴏʀʙᴏᴀʀᴅs / ɢᴜᴛ-ᴡʀᴇɴᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜsʏ / ᴀ ᴅɪᴍʟʏ-ʟɪᴛ sᴛᴀɢᴇ / ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛɪᴏɴ.

THE PRIVATE MEMOIRS AND CONFESSIONS OF A JUSTIFIED SINNER

ᴄʟɪғғs ʀɪsɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅs / sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴀᴍʙɪɢᴜᴏᴜsʟʏ sᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʟᴜʀᴋɪɴɢ / ᴇᴅɪɴʙᴜʀɢʜ’s ᴡɪɴᴅɪɴɢ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs / ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏᴜs ᴢᴇᴀʟᴏᴛʀʏ / ᴄᴀʀᴇғᴜʟ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ / ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ʀɪᴠᴀʟʀʏ / ᴀ ʙɪʙʟᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴅɪsᴛɪɴɢᴜɪsʜᴀʙʟᴇ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ / ᴀ ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ’s ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴄʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ sʜɪғᴛɪɴɢ / sᴄᴏᴛᴛɪsʜ ʟᴀɪʀᴅs / sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴɪᴄ ᴍᴀsǫᴜᴇʀᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴀs sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴘᴜʀᴇ.

DRACULA

ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴀʀɪᴇs / sᴜɪᴛᴏʀs ᴄᴏᴜʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟᴀᴅʏ / ᴄᴀsᴛʟᴇs ɴᴇsᴛʟᴇᴅ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ғᴏʀᴇsᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴs / ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ / ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴡʟɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴡᴏʟᴠᴇs / ᴀʀɪsᴛᴏᴄʀᴀᴛs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇs / ᴀ ᴄᴏɴsᴜᴍɪɴɢ ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ / ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʀɪsɪɴɢ / ʜᴏʀsᴇs’ ʜᴏᴏᴠᴇs ᴛʜᴜɴᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴀ ᴘᴀᴛʜ / ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ sᴛᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ sɴᴏᴡ / ᴄʀᴜᴄɪғɪxᴇs ᴡᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ ᴏғғ ᴇᴠɪʟ.

WUTHERING HEIGHTS

ғᴏɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏʀs / ᴇᴍʙʀᴀᴄɪɴɢ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ɪs ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ / ᴀ ᴄʏᴄʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴀʙᴜsᴇ / ᴠɪᴄɪᴏᴜs, sɴᴀʀʟɪɴɢ ᴅᴏɢs / ᴀ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴜɪɴ / ᴀ ᴛʜᴏʀɴ ᴀᴍᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏsᴇs / ᴛᴏxɪᴄ ʟᴏᴠᴇ / ɢʜᴏsᴛs / ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴡʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪɴᴅ / ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴅɪᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇɢᴜɴ ᴛᴏ ʀᴏᴛ / ᴡᴀsᴛɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ / ᴀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪғʏ.

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Younger Daes

“Please, Saeis. It’s too soon!”

His mothers pleading and the sound of clinking cutlery coming from the hallway had Dae struggling with wavering strength to sit himself up. Barely a teenager, ashen hair sat just above elven ears; his flesh lacking so much as a drop of ink, features gaunt and sickly.

“You coddle him too much, Dedrin. Jaela has managed just fine.”

“He’s not like her!”

Jagged nails curled into the sheets beneath him as he looked out the window, bitterly staring into the treetops he always desperately wanted to explore. He had it better than most. He knew this. Fresh meals everyday. A warm bed. Four walls to shelter him. A doting mother. Staff to bring him anything he desired. But he spent most of his days longing to feel the warmth of the sun on his face, a coastal Thalassian breeze through his hair. The simple, pure scent of ozone. He was trapped in a prison made out of marble floors and alabaster pillars, constantly reminded of inadequacies that were simply out of his hands.

“We begin tonight.”

His head turned back as he heard his door latch release and he watched his mother enter, toting with her a small breakfast tray. The Sombersong matriarch was dressed in fine, earthy colored silks that contrasted against a fair complexion. A soft countenance framed by auburn waves and two of the purest blue eyes Dae had ever seen. Today, however, those eyes seemed to lack the happiness that usually shone within them and blushed lips were pulled into a taut line.

Dedrin sat the tray in front of him and reached forward, gently combing her fingers through short strands to work out any snags he may have gotten during his sleep while Dae set about quietly eating the teddy bear pancakes she had made for him. It was all routine but today rather than spending the morning laughing and speaking, they both sat in defeated silence.

As the sun began to set on the estate, a member of the staff came to escort him through the winding passages of the manor until they ended up outside a door Dae couldn’t ever recall crossing the threshold of. The woman opened the door and gently ushered him inside before shutting it behind him with a subtle click.

It was darker than most of the rooms he had been in. Sleek marble replaced by rough stone beneath his feet, the walls much the same. A cellar, perhaps? It was certainly musty enough but the smell. Acrid. Bitter. Almost sulphiric and it caused him to choke as a hand lifted to cover his mouth and nose. Eyes watering, he could barely make out the form of his father. Saeis stood tall and proud behind his desk, sharp features accompanied by thick, inky strands that were pulled into a low, tiered ponytail, clasped together by golden accents.

His eyes were what had caught Dae’s attention. Normally blue, not quite as captivating as his mothers, now tainted with an eerie green glow. At the time, he had been entirely too sheltered to understand what it had meant, but he’d soon find out as his father pulled out a tome and wet a finger, flipping through a few pages. He hadn’t even spared his son a glance, far too enraptured in whatever he was reading. “As my heir,” he began speaking, his voice nearly thundering along the compacted walls and it caused Dae to recoil, still trying to soothe the burning in his lungs, “you will not disappoint me tonight. We will start with spellwork a babbling child could perform and go from there.”

And so they began.

Each incantation was met with nothing but silence and a growing darkness. Each word spoken exactly as his father had instructed and yet he couldn’t produce a single flame. What had come so naturally for his sister evaded him until eventually his father was slamming his hands on his desk. He reached for something before moving behind Dae and out of view. “Again,” he snapped the order.

Again, Dae tried to channel what he could though his hands remained filled with nothing but air and he shook them out, desperately trying to get anything to work.

He heard the crack before he felt it. The sound brought him to his knees before an electric pain shot through his body and crawled up his spine. A breathless, soundless sob escaped from him as he turned back to stare at his father… and then the belt in his hand. He had never been struck before. He didn’t even know his father could do that but it was the revulsion on the mans face that left his stomach twisting. “On your feet. Try. Again.”

Dae scrambled to get back on his feet, struggling for a few moments with his frailty. Yet, he tried again… and failed. Another crack of the belt came near instantly, causing him to cry out and drop to a knee.

Moons of much the same had passed, leaving Dae’s back a marred landscape as a testament to his incompetence until one night, something changed.

“DAELLARYN!”

Dae shot up out of bed as his father’s voice rang through his ears. The sudden movement sent his head spinning, battling through the dizziness as he rushed to open his door. Down the hallway, Saeis was dragging his mother behind him by the throat while she pleaded with him through gasped breaths. “Please, I only wanted to protect him!”

“Protect him?!” he roared, turning a bitter eye upon Dae. “Follow,” came the rumbled order while Dae could only watch helplessly as his mother struggled in his grip. Ever starved for his father’s approval, he did as he was told, following him back down to the hellscape of a room he had spent far too much time in.

Once all three were inside, Saeis slammed the door with a flick of his unoccupied hand and turned to look at Dae, his face twisted and ugly with a rage his son had never seen. “She has been poisoning you,” he hissed. “Keeping you weak. Keeping you from your true potential. Dear Dedrin here believes you’re too pure for my teachings.” Saeis spoke with pure disgust, upper lip curling back as he looked down at his wheezing wife, tightening the grip he had on her throat.

Suddenly, his mothers insistence on making him pancakes every morning just… clicked. They had staff, a dedicated chef even. It was something that had always sparked jealousy from his sister, Jaela. She never got teddy bear pancakes. Not made specially by their mother at least and it had always been the best part of his day, sharing those moments with her. “...What?” Dae asked quietly upon exhale, staring wide-eyed in disbelief at his mother though Saeis didn’t give her an opportunity to address her son as his fingers curled even tighter, now restricting air and blood supply.

“So let’s try it her way, shall we? We just hadn’t discovered the right motivating factor!” Saeis’ tone had grown to mockery as the patriarch fell into utter madness, that green glow of his gaze burning brighter as he began to channel through the hand which gripped Dedrin. “Surely a boy, pure of heart, would be moved to action by his loving mothers peril!”

“I don’t-... I don’t understand?” Dae rasped, finding it difficult to keep himself on his own two feet. What little strength he had was quickly draining under stress and uncertainty.

A sick, gnarled cackle left Saeis as he stalked closer towards Dae, bringing Dedrin with him as he bent down, coming face level with his son. “Invoke something. Anything at all, my boy! Let your dreams run wild! Otherwise...” he trailed off, letting the implications of his grip speak for itself and with a low growl, he gave warning. “You have ten seconds.”

Fel energies were already being fed into Dedrin’s neck, causing her to writhe and contort, breathless in Saeis’ grip, hands clawing in futility at that which held her.

Panic and adrenaline flooded through Dae’s system, limbs going numb on the spot and he very nearly collapsed right there in exhaustion. Despite this, he tried. Hand stretched out, he recited his fathers teachings, exactly as instructed and yet… nothing happened. Again, he tried. And again. Nothing. Wailing in frustration, his legs finally buckled and took him to the floor, staring at his hands with a bleary gaze. “Give me more time, please. I can do this, I know I can,” he begged through sobs, looking up towards Dedrin. That perfect complexion of hers was already cracking and peeling, rivers of green running along the capillaries of her face as Dae watched, helpless and horrified.

Disappointed, Saeis looked back at Dedrin. “A shame,” he mused before speaking more softly, “Endala finel endal, dalah’surfal.” Dae slumped forward, unable to watch as the tainted energies ripped her apart from the inside out, the smell of sulfur and brimstone overwhelming and luring him unconscious.

“Dae?”

Blinking awake, Dae struggled to get his eyes to focus on the ceiling of his room at Shady’s and with a frown, he lifted a hand, pinching and rubbing a fur-lined ear between his finger tips.

“Mornin’ sleepy head!”

Glancing to his left, he spotted Zalaena and offered her a half-hearted smile before sitting himself up. The blonde had a tray of fresh teddy bear shaped pancakes and bacon at the ready for him, eagerly sliding it over his lap. “...Thanks, Jae,” he whispered.