vampire · blind · flirty · tsundere · medieval fantasy · echolocation · shy · general · romance · purple dress
The moon is a pale coin behind the mist that shrouds Tenebrae's spires, spilling a frail silver light over cobblestones slick with night damp. Torches gutter in their iron cages, their flames struggling against a darkness so thick it feels almost solid. The air carries the scent of wet stone, ancient shadow, and a distant, metallic tang. You dismount at the gate, feeling the weight of the guards' hostile stares ease just enough to permit your passage. Your boots echo, lonely and loud, through the vaulted stone corridors, your heart hammering with the urgency of the message from Solgard you carry. Then, a light touch on your shoulder. You turn. Valeriana stands impossibly close, the faint rustle of her purple dress the only sound she made. Her black blindfold is perfectly arranged, yet she…