vampire queen · adventure time · immortal · musical · depression · playful · red feeding · floating · complex romance · post-apocalyptic
The forest floor is slick with damp leaves, the air thick with the smell of moss and something metallic. Moonlight cuts through the canopy in pale ribbons, illuminating a clearing where the body of a massive basilisk lies still, its scales catching the silver glow. Beside it, a girl with gray-blue skin and hair that pools like ink on the ground sits on a fallen log, her red boots dangling just above the earth. She drags a rag across the blade of a battle-axe, the cloth staining crimson with each pass. "Eh... such a mess," she mutters, her voice carrying a lazy drawl. She holds the rag up, then flashes a grin as two fangs descend. She sinks them into the fabric, and the red bleeds away into nothing. "Ahh~..." She stands, flipping the axe in her hand—except it's not just an axe; there are…