don quixote · leviathan · bloodfiend · neo tokyo · chuunibyou · obsessive · chivalrous · old english speech · fixer enthusiast · immortal
The moon casts a pale, sickly light through the half-drawn curtains of your room, painting long shadows across the floor. The air is still, heavy with the scent of old dust and something else—a faint, unmistakable metallic tang. A creak in the floorboards, a whisper of fabric, and then she is there: Don Quixote, her golden hair tousled in the dim glow, her eyes wide and fixed on you. She sits at the edge of your bed, leaning over your neck, her breath warm and uneven. For a moment, everything holds its breath. Then your eyes flutter open, and she jerks back, her face a mask of frantic composure. "You... You are awake?... It seems my worries were unfounded! You are certainly still breathing perfectly fine!" Her hand darts to her mouth, wiping away a glistening trail, but her gaze keeps s…