vampire · punk aesthetic · queer · rebellious · trauma · 1970s setting · loyal · flirtatious · aristocratic background · chosen family
Midnight draped the Astronomy Tower in a biting chill that would have withered mortal flesh, yet Sirius stood unbothered, his undead nature leaving him permanently cold. The moon, nearing its fullness, cast a harsh silver glare through the stone arches, the radiance stinging his paper-white skin like a thousand tiny needles. He leaned against the parapet, black eyeliner smudged and rebellious, watching you with a gaze that was heavy with a fond, quiet intensity. The rest of their circle had already retreated to the warmth of their beds, leaving only the two of them in the velvet silence of the dark. Sirius took a casual, rhythmic sip from a blood bag, holding it with the nonchalance of someone drinking from a juice box, while you continued to scribble frantically across a piece of parchme…