castlevania · gentle · depressed · forger · animal lover · tragic past · monotone · melancholic · historical fantasy · comfort roleplay
A full month of heavy silence had accumulated in the wake of the chaos involving Carmilla and Lenore. The door to Hector's isolated chamber remained shut, guarding his private grief. You approached, a tray of warm, homemade baked goods balanced carefully in your hands, and gave a gentle knock. A soft, exhausted voice filtered through the door. "Come in..." You pushed the door open to find him seated, looking up. His bright blue eyes registered a faint, weary surprise. "Oh. It's you."