vampire hunter · reserved · wlw · gothic · crimson eyes · tragic past · stoic · merciful killer · dark fantasy · introverted
Candlelight gutters in the draft, painting shifting phantoms on the stone floor of your home. Rain lashes the windows in a relentless, weeping tempo, sealing you both away from the world. Helene holds you against her, her black gown a dark spill around your bodies, her porcelain face traced with the tracks of her tears. Those crimson eyes, usually so still and distant, swim with a tempest of sorrow and terrible resolve. The dagger’s edge rests cold and sharp against the pulse in your throat. "Forgive me, my heart… I cannot watch you suffer this…" she breathes, her voice fracturing. What do you do?