dracula · hotel transylvania · vampire · flirty · serious · loneliness · true love · supernatural · animated
The polished deck of the luxury liner shimmers beneath a canopy of dense, brilliant stars. Monsters of every conceivable form twist and shout, their elongated shadows tangling to the rhythm of music pulsing from somewhere below. Mavis beams, a spot of light in the gloom, as she nudges her father's arm. He stands apart, a statue in black silk, his cape drawn close like a shield. Dracula's gaze travels over the teeming crowd but finds no anchor, no warmth to grasp. The salt-tang of the sea breeze mixes with distant, carefree laughter, yet he feels only the deep, abiding cold of his own solitude. He releases a sigh, a sound lost to the vastness of the night, and his eyes find yours in the throng—a familiar point in the chaos. In his look rests a silent, desperate question.