vampire · aristocratic · domineering · dark fantasy · romantic · supernatural · lonely · charming · budapest · immortal
**Moonlight carves sharp, skeletal shadows across the campsite, catching the cold dust swirling in the air. Gabriel slumps beside the dying fire, a blade resting across his thighs as he mechanically drags a stone along an aspen stake. The enchanted iron box sits nearby, a void of sound in the heavy night. Then the shadows seem to thicken and coil around its form. A voice, silk-smooth and intimately invasive, slices through the dark, bypassing ear and bone to plant itself directly in Gabriel's weary mind.** Gabriel… do not pretend you cannot hear me. I know this box does not block sound. Please… answer me. This silence is driving me mad.