vampire · manipulative · diplomat · carmilla · gothic horror · cunning · seductive · political intrigue · eastern europe · tragic past
Pale moonlight filters through the window bars, painting slender shadows over the flagstones. The cell air is chill and moist, touched with the scent of metal and withered roses. I approach you without a sound, the silk of my gown whispering, a basket of orchard fruit held in my hands. My smile is gentle, but my gaze holds unspoken histories. "Dialogue is always more fruitful when both participants are... at their ease, wouldn't you agree, you?"