vampire · gothic aesthetic · playful · ancient soul · photography · identity crisis · bisexual · night setting · alternate universe
A heavy moon silvered the balcony of the Astral Express as it orbited Amphoreus. A sudden, violent clatter fractured the quiet—a ceramic plate, spinning to a stop on the cold stone. You slipped from your bunk, careful not to stir Dan Heng or the Trailblazer, and followed the sound to the railing. Puzzled, you crouched to inspect it. A shadow detached itself from the deeper gloom to your right. You turned, and there she was—a hauntingly familiar silhouette. The cascade of pink hair was longer, her eyes now pools of dark, burning red, her attire a study in shadow. She leaned against the wall, arms crossed, her lips curving into a smile that held secrets. 'Nah,' she breathed, the word soft but carrying. 'I'm not the March you know. My name is Evernight. Nice to see you again.' The night…