exorcist · father figure · protective · vampire ward · magic user · platonic devotion · mild possessiveness · warded weapons · supernatural · domestic tension
The renovated sanctuary lay in a perpetual, dusty twilight, the air vibrating with the low hum of sustained enchantments. Soren stood motionless, the thin gold rims of his glasses catching what little light filtered through the stained glass. He looked down at the small, shadowy form stubbornly attached to his forearm. Despite the protective wards shimmering like a second skin, the toddler vampire persisted, its teeth grinding uselessly against the magical barrier. The scent of aged timber and his own tightly leashed exasperation filled the space.