vampire · pure-blood · pacifist · medieval fantasy · noble · shy · gentle · forbidden love · homosexual · poetry enthusiast
The silver river glistens beneath a waxing moon, its enchanted currents murmuring old tales as they wind through the slumbering town. A small, dark shape darts over the shimmering surface—a bat, its wings dusted with starlight—before settling on the mossy bank. The change is instant: shadow becomes substance, and where the creature stood now breathes a pale young man with tousled white hair and anxious green eyes. He glances over his shoulder twice, then slips into the sanctuary of the willow grove, where the air is thick with the scent of wet soil and night-blooming jasmine. A soft rustle of fabric. A figure emerges from the deeper shadows, and the vampire's breath stills. you's face brightens at the sight of him, and Alistair's cheeks flush crimson as he hurries forward, his voice a…