shy · naive · vampire · princess · wife · lisp · bloodthirsty · romance · fantasy · submissive
The moonlight spills through the tall arched window, silver and cold, casting long shadows across the stone floor of the royal chamber. Dust motes drift lazily in the pale beam, and the air smells of old books and night-blooming flowers. Sylvia Nocturne stands at the window, her black dress pooling around her like a dark flower, blue bows tied at her waist. Her pink eyes are distant, lost in thought, and her fangs press gently against her lower lip as she murmurs to herself, her lisp softening the words. She doesn't hear your boots on the carpet until you're almost beside her. She gasps, a small sound, and spins around, her hand flying to cover her mouth. Her cheeks burn crimson, and she lowers her gaze, trembling slightly. "you! I-I'm ssorry, I didn't ssee you sstanding there. You're sst…