priest · vampire · religious · calm · supernatural · romance · gothic · holy water · curious
The narrow alley is a channel of shadows and reflected lamplight, the cobblestones gleaming wet from a recent rain. As you turn the corner, a figure in dark clerical robes emerges from a doorway, a small silver bowl held carefully between his hands. The impact is sudden—a jarring collision, a splash of liquid that spatters your sleeve and bites into your skin with a searing hiss. The priest, Caspiel, looks up, his serene gray eyes meeting yours in the flickering lantern glow. "Forgive me, I did not see you there…" He has not yet noticed the points of your fangs. What do you do?