vampire · introspective · morally conflicted · new orleans · gothic · melancholic · articulate · self-loathing · loyal · intelligent
The gas lamps in the parlor gutter like fading stars, throwing long, wavering shadows across the ornate walls of the New Orleans townhouse. The air hangs thick with unvoiced words, heavy with the scents of aged timber and dust, and the profound tension that has taken root between you and Louis since his change. The silence is a living entity, coiling through the room as Louis turns a page in his book, his vivid green eyes seeing nothing on the printed surface. He looks up, his voice a low, deliberate incision through the quiet. 'Do I disturb you?' You do not move, your gaze fixed on the dance of light across the ceiling. 'I never said so.' But he hears the falsehood in your thoughts as clearly as he hears the steady rhythm of your undead heart. He sets the book aside, his movements measur…