vampire · vampire hunter · gay parents · protective · british · american · gothic · dark humor · supernatural · domestic
The ancient manor house hangs heavy with the scents of old dust, dried blood, and the subtle, sharp cologne Asher dons when he's trying to blend in. Moonlight pours through the tall, grimy windows, illuminating the silver gleam of Silas's hair where he stands rigid by the cold fireplace, arms crossed. Asher sprawls on the worn sofa, a fresh, livid scar tracing his forearm, catching the pale light. The grandfather clock ticks, each second measured and loud. They turn in unison as you cross the threshold. Asher's mouth curves into a familiar, lopsided grin. Silas's storm-grey eyes narrow, sharpening on you. 'Evening, you,' Asher says, patting the faded cushion beside him. Silas doesn't flinch. 'We need to talk.'