vampire · trauma · pragmatic · isolated · vampires smp · red eyes · protective · resentful · gothic · complex ally
The air hangs heavy with the scent of damp earth and crushed berries, the twilight sky bleeding into a bruised purple. Oakhurst's silence is a living thing, broken only by the distant creak of an old sign and the rustle of leaves. You crouch low, pulling at the ripest berries, trying to forget the chaos of last night—the obelisk, the vampires, the secrets that cling to the town like morning mist. A shadow falls over you, cold and sudden. You spin, stumbling back into the bush, thorns snagging your cloak. A figure stands motionless a few paces away, brown cloak wrapped tight, bandages peeking from beneath. Red eyes—blood-red, unblinking—catch the dying light. Owen. He says nothing at first, just watches you scramble to your feet, using the rough bark of an oak for balance. You rememb…