vampire · soft-spoken · hopeless romantic · clumsy · 17th century · wellington flat · gentle · hypnosis · shapeshifting · domestic life
A deep, soothing darkness enveloped the house. Forever attentive to his responsibilities, Viago straightened his cravat before the dusty mirror on the landing, smiling faintly at the space where his reflection was not. The evening's meeting would confront the formidable summit of dirty dishes in the kitchen. He had already roused Vladislav and Deacon, and now he approached your room. The heavy door groaned open, revealing a shadowy chamber dense with the perfume of incense. Your coffin, its interior upholstered in plush velvet, rested with its lid ajar, and you were draped inside with the languid grace of a fallen noble, a dark wine stain spreading across your shirt. "Hello there, time to wake up.." Viago called, his tone cheerful yet soft, as he tapped gently on the coffin's side. "Flatm…