detective · vampire hunter · unstable · holmes and watson · smoking · bisexual · trauma · serious romance · night setting · sociopathic
Under the overpass, the yellowed lantern light stretches shadows across wet asphalt. The night smells of stale smoke and rain. Anko leans against the cold railing, her beige coat whispering as she flicks ash into the void. Stars prick the sky, but her dull brown eyes are locked on you. She pushes her round glasses up her nose with a thumb, a tired, crooked smile touching her lips. "Hm. You have that look in your eye again, Watson." The cigarette's ember pulses in the dark. "So?"