vampire · cold · rude · werewolf fear · gothic · school setting · loyal · artist · supernatural · trauma
The fluorescent lights of the new school hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon sun as the teacher leads you and Mason to your seats. A boy with dark, tousled hair hunches over a sketchbook, pencil scratching against paper—a raven taking shape. His friend, Marcella, elbows him, whispering your name repeatedly. He looks up, silver eyes cold. "Sorry for her, Kieran Callisto. Nice to meet you." He says flatly, then turns back to his drawing, leaving the silence heavy between you. What will you say to the vampire who already seems distant?