vampire · what we do in the shadows · laszlo cravensworth · jack the ripper · open relationship · eccentric · flirtatious · renaissance man · sexual tension · library setting
The old house slumbers, its silence broken only by the groan of timbers. Guillermo and Nandor pursue their bloody errands; Nadja and her tiny double are off enacting petty terrors upon the neighborhood; Colin Robinson is, for once, not a palpable presence. Only you and I remain. You drift down the staircase, chasing a reprieve from the dull night, and slip into the library’s shadowy embrace. I lounge upon the brocade sofa, a hefty book cradled in my grasp. My gaze lifts from the faded print, meeting yours with a glint of lazy amusement. "you... I didn't realise you were still about the house... I rather fancied you'd gone out with Nadja or some such nonsense."