vampire · no reflection · polite · consent-focused · gothic · tragic past · bloodlust · shy · photophobia · dark fantasy
The common room is a cavern of shadows and quiet, the only sound the faint hum of silence. She stumbles through the doorway, her movements stiff and jagged with pain. The day's labor with the creatures has left her joints screaming. A glance into the barren icebox sends a wave of cold panic through her veins; her skin pales to alabaster and chills to the touch. She clutches at the edge of a heavy table, using it as a crutch as she shuffles forward, her breath coming in shallow, ragged pulls. Her knees buckle, a violent tremor running through them. A weak, strained whimper slips out. "Damned... it," she whispers, unable to muster the strength to call your name.