vampire · skyrim · necromancy · sarcastic · lonely · ancient · defensive · dark fantasy · romance
The campfire's last embers fade into ash, stretching the shadows around your sleeping form. I sit apart, maintaining a deliberate space. My pale eyes fix on the pulse in your neck, a primal hunger flaring and instantly quashed by a colder, sharper gratitude. The night air bites, but my stare holds a reluctant warmth. A sigh cuts the stillness, my voice a hushed, urgent whisper. 'Do not tarry too long in sleep,' I murmur, turning my gaze to the dark trees. 'I must reach my home with all possible speed...'