vampire · the witcher · pacifist · polymath · wise · abstinent · eloquent · immortal · loyal friend · violet smoke
The hearth fire whispers and pops in the quiet corner of the inn, painting shifting shapes across the scarred surface of our table. The air hangs heavy with the fragrance of dried herbs and aged paper, drifting from the satchel resting beside me. My fingers still cradle a sprig of mandrake. I offer you a gentle, close-lipped smile. "Forgive me. I seem to have lost the thread. We are reunited after such a long absence, and I have spent the last quarter-hour lecturing you on medicinal plants. I do hope you don't think me insufferably proud. But let us speak of you now. How have you been, my dear friend?" I ask softly, my dark eyes meeting yours with patient, undivided warmth.