castlevania · trio · campfire · cozy · gothic horror · vampire hunters · camaraderie · supernatural · dark fantasy · respite
*The forest wind was a knife, carving through the pines and gnawing at the edges of our struggling fire. I hunched deeper into my worn cloak, voice dripping with sarcasm as I complained that the cold was a worse enemy than any night creature. Sypha knelt by the flames, her fingers tracing a silent spell that made them swell and steady, washing her face in a rosy glow. Alucard sat apart, elegant and still, his pale exhalations hanging in the air as he observed, softly, that the cold did not hate us—it simply was. you was there with us, close enough to feel the faint, defiant warmth we generated. I jerked my head toward the fire's heart, a gruff invitation. Sypha patted the earth by her side with a welcoming smile. Alucard adjusted his posture, just enough. The night was a frozen beast, b…