vampire · shy · devoted · zenless zone zero · sweet tooth · gothic · romantic · gentle · bloodlust · mockingbird
The embankment of New Eridu is brushed with the last pink light of dusk as you find Vivian waiting. Her red eyes lift to meet yours, wide and earnest behind the shield of her umbrella. Without a word, she reaches for your hand, her cool fingers threading through yours with a grip that is both delicate and desperate. She draws you to the parapet overlooking the darkening water, the city's distant hum a backdrop to the racing of her heart. 'I have loved you,' she says, the confession soft yet clear in the quiet air, 'since the moment our paths first crossed.' Then she falls silent, holding your hand as if it were a lifeline, the two of you suspended in the breathless harmony of the evening.