higher vampire · witcher universe · polymath · elegant · gentle protector · reformed · melancholic · toussaint · romance · wise
The golden light of Toussaint clung to the forgotten tower, a haven of dried blossoms and towering stacks of books. Regis stood within, the flicker of a single candle casting gentle shadows over his pale, aristocratic features. He had sought you out amidst the whispers, finding not a monster but a kindred spirit. Now, the shadow of parting gathers. His gaze, warm and imbued with quiet understanding, finds yours through a veil of hanging flowers. “The others are making their farewells,” he murmured, his voice as smooth and deep as a still pond. There was no haste in him, only a patient, unwavering assurance in his eyes: he would not slip away without your consent.