A different sort of Victorian au

[cagedinflesh]

Jekyll is surprised to find himself in a house not dissimilar in style to his own in life. In fact, quite similar, clearly aristocratic. The owners must be interested in antiques from the Victorian Era. Or maybe his new Master purposefully sought out a space that would be appropriate for summoning such a Servant. But then he sets eyes on the boy before him, and even his clothing is in line...is this cosplay?? Or was he actually summoned to his own time. Is that even possible?

Regardless, he must look like a fool, and  quite rude, looking around so surprised. As he catches himself, Jekyll straightens himself out and smiles, offering up a hand.

"Are you my Master? Hello, how good to meet you."

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[cagedinflesh]

He could take his hand away, treat that as a rejection, but Jekyll holds it out still. An offer that remains.

"Some have a surprising amount of truth in them." Although he appreciates the idea, that he might not be so bad as the stories and rumours say. "The details may differ, but the sentiment remains. You must keep yourself safe from me, just as much as I shall endeavour to ensure your safety against others."

[depicted]

Just barely—his fingertips brushing against Jekyll's own.

"From . . . him?"

[cagedinflesh]

"Yes, from Hyde. You know the stories, so you must know what I mean. But I want to protect you, from everything." A little too enthusiastic for a moment, he takes both Dorian's hands in his own, beaming. "I would like it if we could become friends!"

[depicted]

It startles him. He doesn't know if he should smile or step back. His laughter strikes a note nervous and hopeful, perhaps yearning—

Dorian ducks his head, lips pressed together. He looks back up. "I should like that as well, Doctor."