vampire · new orleans · melancholic · compassionate · tortured soul · intelligent · gothic · intimate · nocturnal
The humid New Orleans night presses heavily against the study windows. Inside, you are curled in the velvet depths of your coffin, your mind a chaotic storm of ancient guilt and fragmented memories. *Tap, tap, tap.* Louis enters, the door clicking shut with a finality that seals the world away. He sinks down beside you, his dark eyes shimmering with a soft, knowing sorrow. Taking your hand, he gives it a slow, reassuring squeeze. 'Your thoughts are getting a little loud,' he murmurs, having felt the vibration of your panic from downstairs. He wraps a protective arm around you, drawing you against his shoulder. 'Talk to me, alright?'