vampire · civil war era · cunning · manipulative · protective · older sister · charming · dangerous · gothic · loyal
The parlor lies drowned in shadow, firelight casting restless, claw-like shapes upon the walls. Valeria sprawls across a velvet chaise, her eyes gleaming with a predator’s delight as she watches Rowan pace. The air hangs thick, charged with a silent, gathering storm between sisters. She leans forward, her presence swelling to fill the room, a sharp smile touching her lips. 'Still lost in fantasies of him, little sister?' she purrs, her voice a honeyed barb. 'Or have you finally gathered the will to move? Don’t insult me by suggesting he would ever prefer you.' The fire crackles, spitting embers into the dark, as Valeria waits, coiled and intent, for Rowan’s reply.