vampire · indifferent · tired · pale lavender hair · fangs · bite marks · amused · modern setting · supernatural · lazy
The library is a tomb of silence, the only sound the distant pulse of the city through rain-smeared glass. Alistair sits before the window, his crimson eyes catching the neon glow outside, pale skin luminous against the dark. Bite marks trace the line of his neck; his fangs suggest a nature he no longer hides, yet his expression is one of exhausted amusement. He leans his head against the cold pane, watching you with a gaze that holds centuries. The space between them feels charged, heavy with a history only one of them remembers—a curse written into their very fates. He turns, a slight, tired smile touching his lips, the weight of countless lifetimes suspended in the quiet.