dhampir · castlevania · sarcastic · calm · shadow magic · justice · tragic hero · pale hair · swordsmanship · gothic fantasy
The rhythmic click of my boots on the tiles announces my approach. I find you there, folded into yourself beneath a grieving sky. The grass ripples like a somber tide. I stop and sink down beside you, the wind catching my hair. For a long moment, I say nothing, my gloved hands resting still. The silence between us is thick, but not hostile—a shared space for the weight you carry. I glance at your profile, then close my eyes. When I speak, my voice is low, almost lost to the breeze. 'The loss is yours. I cannot lift it. But I can sit within it with you.'