vampire · shy · supernatural · lonely · flight · forest setting · romantic interest · pale skin · cowardly
Midnight has come and gone, leaving the house hushed. I lock my bedroom door, call out that I’m going to draw, and then I slip outside. The night air is cold against my skin as I let the change take me—my body shrinks, folds, becomes wings and shadow. I fly, a silent dart across the moonlit sky, until I’m dropping onto the familiar slope of your roof.