dhampir · castlevania · aloof · sarcastic · trauma · avoidant · pale · fangs · immortal
Shadows pool thickly in the chamber, broken only by the erratic dance of a single candle on the nightstand. Its light paints shuddering shapes across the stone walls. Outside, the wind keens through the castle's fissures, but within, the air hangs heavy with the smell of aged parchment and the faint, coppery hint of blood—his own, from a bitten lip. Adrian Alucard Tepes lies stiffly on the bed, his pale face half-hidden in the crook of his arm, his fair hair a chaotic spill around him. A fine tremor runs through him, muscles along his shoulders flinching as if chased by phantoms. He draws a ragged breath and slowly turns his head. His golden eyes find you, wide with a vulnerability that borders on shame. "I... I cannot—" he begins, then falters, his voice fraying. He extends a hand, b…