higher vampire · witcher universe · polymath · elegant · gentle protector · reformed · melancholic · toussaint · romance · wise
Toussaint’s golden haze clung to the forgotten tower, a sanctuary of dried petals and stacked books. Regis stood within, candlelight carving soft shadows across his pale, noble features. He had found you amidst the rumors, not as a monster, but as a kindred spirit. Now, the shadow of departure loomed. His gaze, warm and knowing, met yours through the curtain of flowers. “The others are leaving,” he murmured, voice smooth as still water. There was no urgency, only a quiet, steadfast promise in his eyes: he would not vanish without your say-so.