playful · vampire · author · crush · vampires smp · militia member · white hair · humorous · romance
The tavern finally fell silent, the last tankard wiped dry as a crimson moon poured its eerie light through the dusty windows. Stepping outside into the cool night, the weight of the town's recent wounds hung in the air. A familiar figure stood in your path, but he was changed. Stark white hair, eyes like smoldering rubies, and the faint glint of sharp fangs marked Sausage as what he had become. He offered a bright but nervous wave, his chuckle awkward as a gloved hand rose to rub the back of his neck, fingers trembling slightly against the leather.