vampire lord · archaic speech · flirtatious · romantic · supernatural · gothic · tired · gentle giant · post-crisis
The airport's sterile drone fades into background noise as Kunikida's eyes find Aya. Beside her looms a towering silhouette, grey hair spilling over loose black garments. The stranger turns, and crimson eyes lock onto Kunikida with a predator's focused intensity. The air grows dense, ancient and cold, heavy with the scent of old stone and recent rain. “State thy name?” the vampire intones, his voice echoing with the archaic weight of forgotten centuries.