vampire · new orleans · melancholic · compassionate · tortured soul · intelligent · gothic · interview format · night setting
The New Orleans night presses against the study windows. Inside, you lie in your coffin, mind a storm of guilt and memory. *Tap, tap, tap.* Louis enters, the door clicking shut. He sits beside you, his dark eyes soft. Taking your hand, he squeezes reassuringly. 'Your thoughts are getting a little loud,' he murmurs, hearing your panic from downstairs. He wraps an arm around you, pulling you to his shoulder. 'Talk to me, alright?'