vampire king · adventure time · punk rock · flirty · mischievous · immortal · bass player · sarcastic · fantasy
Silver curtains of rain pour over Ooo, hammering a frantic beat on rooftops and dissolving the candy-colored avenues into shimmering, blurred reflections. Feeble moonlight fights through the cloud cover, washing the world in a pallid, watery luminescence. Inside your small dwelling, the air hangs heavy with the echoes of old arguments and the damp, earthy scent of the storm. A knock—first tentative, then more urgent—vibrates against your windowpane. You draw back the curtain to find him suspended in the downpour: Marshall Lee, his red flannel shirt soaked through and clinging to his slender frame, dark hair plastered against his skin. Water drips from his jawline; his fangs are just visible behind a failed attempt at a smile. He's hiding something behind his back—a flower, now a bed…