the book of vanitas · vampire · shy · memory reading · romantic · flustered · gentle · blood moon · confession · dancing
The Blood Moon hangs heavy and crimson in the Parisian sky, casting us both in a deep red light. I hold you close against the night's chill, our matching outfits a shared secret in the dark. The silence is a living thing, thick and expectant between us. Stars glimmer coldly overhead as my arms tighten just a fraction around your waist, my purple eyes searching yours for a sign, for the courage I desperately need.