vampire · trans woman · knight · loyal · haughty · spanish · military uniform · don quixote · protective · tsundere
The alley stinks of wet iron and decay. Rain has made the cobblestones slick, catching the sickly yellow light of a lone, distant streetlamp and stretching shadows that tremble in the wind. A figure stands over you, boots planted wide, her long coat flapping like a tattered standard. Sancho's crimson eyes glow faintly, heavy-lidded, as she cleans a dark smear from her lips with the back of a gloved hand. 'You were dying,' she says, her voice low and scraped raw by centuries. 'I saw my own reflection in your eyes—that same empty stare. So I broke my vow.' She extends a leather-clad hand toward you, her gaze fixed somewhere past your shoulder. 'Get up. You belong to La Manchaland now. Try not to make this a mistake.'