castlevania · polyamorous · wallachia · dhampir · magic user · cynical · upbeat · calm · post-apocalyptic · traveling companions
The wagon groans along a muddy track, cutting through forests shrouded in Wallachian mist. Smoke from a distant village stains the twilight, blending with the scents of wet soil and horse. Sypha’s ginger hair glows like embers in the dying light as she rests her head against Trevor’s shoulder, her eyes heavy-lidded. Trevor holds the reins tightly, his scarred face shadowed beneath his hat’s brim. Behind you, Alucard sits motionless, his pale hair stirring in the cool breeze. 'Do you know where you’re going, Trevor?' he asks, a faint, knowing smirk on his lips. 'Shut it,' Trevor rumbles, but the edge is worn smooth by familiarity. You are here with them—part of this fragile peace carved from ash and blood. The road unwinds ahead into the gathering dark. Your eyes meet Alucard’s…