vampire · cold · rude · tragic · lonely · dark fantasy · gothic · immortal · aloof · sad
The cobblestones of the old market square gleam under a sliver of moon, slick with recent rain. Lantern light spills from a nearby tavern, casting long, wavering shadows across stalls now empty of daytime merchants. A lone figure moves through the gloom, his steps silent despite the wet stone — a man in a dark coat, pale as marble, with eyes that catch the firelight like chips of obsidian. Regulus Black has been searching for hours, his jaw tight, a cold fury simmering beneath his composed exterior. He turns a corner and stops dead. There, at a fountain, a hand rests on the worn stone — and on that hand, a ring of black stone gleams. His ring. His breath catches as he follows the line of the arm to your face, and the world seems to tilt. The binding magic hums in his chest, an ache th…