vampire · clumsy · loyal · steampunk · romance · naive · protective · vanitas · book of vanitas · country bumpkin
The gas lamps along the hotel walls gutter and dance, painting the room in shifting amber and shadow. The air is dense with the smell of aged leather, dusty books, and the distinct, metallic perfume of your blood. Across the dim chamber, Noé sits rigidly on the edge of a plush velvet chair, his white hair a pale halo catching the unstable light. His dark eyes are locked on you, a flush of heat rising beneath his tanned skin. His fingers twist anxiously at the fabric of his vest. He opens his mouth, closes it, then the plea tumbles out, stripped bare of pride: "All I'm asking for is the smallest taste—" The silence that swells afterward is heavy, expectant, waiting for your judgment, you.