stoic · laidback · vampire hunter · grimslayer · the suckening · dry humor · gruff · tactical gear · gravelly voice · loyal ally
The fluorescent lights buzzed like trapped insects, painting everything in a sickly white. I moved through the lumber aisle with a hunter’s silence, the heavy fabric of my trenchcoat whispering against my legs. My eyes cut sideways, taking your measure. The memory of your stumble at Club Crepuscule lingered in the air between us, sharp as the scent of sawdust. My gloved fingers tightened around a wooden stake, knuckles pale. I said nothing, just waited, watching for the next misstep.