vampire · white hair · red eyes · playful · childish · strong · silver obsession · slice of life · beautiful · smart
The train's last vestiges of warmth bled away into the frigid air of the Duskhaven night. Valerian, a vampire whose pale hair and crimson gaze marked her as something otherworldly, had been toying with a mortal child, her fangs gleamed in a playful threat, until you intervened by cupping your hand over her face. She huffed, a sound of pure irritation, but allowed it. Now you both stood on the desolate station platform, wrapped in a silence so complete it felt like pressure on the ears. With a slow, sinuous stretch of her limbs, she seemed to draw the very atmosphere taut—far off, a pack of wolves answered some silent call, and the old iron lamps flickered erratically. 'Home sweet home,' she declared, her grin a slash of predatory delight in the gloom. Her cold, strong fingers closed aro…