I could not help myself but post this one clip of one chat between Senya & Isadola, It’s just so wonderfully tense.
Isadola respects Senya highly, but part of Issie can’t help but see similarities between what Senya went through and her own mother’s actions (Tilera).
Also with Isadola being as empathetic as she is, she can’t help but feel and wonder if she could’ve ended up the same as Vaylin or Arcann if Tilera didn’t stay and fight to free Issie all those years ago from the experiments born from their capture. Tilera, despite the odds against her, fought and died for her daughter; even after it was revealed her old lover/Issie’s father was behind their capture by slavers.
So you can’t blame Issie much for being a little sour whenever Senya plays the “There was nothing I could do” card when talking about her situation. Isadola knows the situations aren’t exactly the same, but that still doesn’t change that quiet anger she feels whenever the topic comes up. And in the end, if the roles were reversed, Isadola understands she’d be beyond redemption if Tilera didn’t stay to fight for her daughter. So she understands a bit where Senya is coming from even if Issie doesn’t agree with her.
And T7′s reaction when it finally realizes he came into the middle of a very awkwardly tense conversation between the two woman lol.
Also this moment being one of the first cracks in the trust between Senya & Isadola before the end of KOTFE.
(Also ignore the subtitles with a different middle name for Issie, it’s my bs way to make Alt Issies in game to go through her story again)
saw @icehearts leave an open invite for this tag game so I’m taking the chance and running with it since I can’t see a gothic lit aesthetics meme and not participate. obviously. and same goes for me, if anyone reading this decides to do it for their character, please tag me to see it!!
BOLD what applies to your character!
Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
cobblestone streets / lamps shining out of the fog / the warmth of a fireplace / unopened bottle of wine / the tension between what things seem to be and what they truly are / the heady thrill of freedom / the panic of losing control / blood on the pavement / guilty vices / top hats and walking sticks / self-destruction / old documents tucked away in safes
Frankenstein, or the Modern Prometheus
rain hitting a windowpane / candles burning low / mountain ranges of white, snowy tops / frenzied obsession / a cemetery at dusk / slaughterhouses / all-consuming thirst for revenge / compassion turned to bitterness and hatred / a sense of duty weighing on your shoulders / inescapable guilt / the frozen wastes of the arctic circle / the feeling of someone breathing down your neck / lighting sparking through the sky
The Picture of Dorian Gray
erotic longing / paint on a palette / golden curls and rosy cheeks / the desperation to cling to youth / bees lazily drifting through the grass / hedonism / the blackness of a soul / a dusty attic / hiding secrets / blood pooling on the floorboards / gut-wrenching jealousy / a dimly-lit stage / temptation into corruption
The Private Memoirs and Confessions of a Justified Sinner
cliffs rising up into the clouds / someone ambiguously supernatural always lurking / edinburgh's winding streets / religious zealotry / careful manipulation / family rivalry / a bible written in an indistinguishable language / a face that's always changing and shifting / scottish lairds / something demonic masquerading as something pure
Dracula
letters and diaries / suitors courting a lady / castles nestled deep within forests and mountains / terror of the unknown / the howling of wolves / aristocrats from olden times / a consuming hunger / the dead rising / horses' hooves thundering along a path / blood staining the snow / crucifixes warding off evil
Wuthering Heights
fog over the moors / embracing one who is already dead / a cycle of abuse / vicious, snarling dogs / a house left to ruin / a thorn among the roses / toxic love / ghosts / the howling wind / flowers that have died and begun to rot / wasting away / a voice you can't identify