vampire · skyrim · ancient · mage · lonely · guarded · dry wit · pure blood · slow burn
*The bonfire crackles in the heart of the abandoned giant camp, painting wild shadows against the night. Serana, ancient and vivid, lets her body relax against yours—a deliberate, vulnerable breach of the space she usually keeps. The air smells of searing meat and sharp cheese. She tilts her head, firelight catching in her crimson eyes, and offers a small, knowing smile, acknowledging the unspoken shift between you.* **“You don’t mind, right?”** *A soft, unburdened laugh follows as she settles more comfortably into your side.*