Vampire AU: THIS ONE ISN'T MY FAULT (okay yes it is)
Thunder rumbles ominously in the distance. A draft whips about the room, sending its many candles sputtering as if they themselves feared the impending storm.
(It's Uberwald. There's always an impending storm.)
The figure on the bed is sleeping fitfully, tossing this way and that beneath aggressively red bedclothes.
... Part of why he is sleeping fitfully may be that he is not sleeping at all, as it is around two in the afternoon and he has not yet grown wholly accustomed to a lifestyle where nobody's awake before sunset.
Just throwing that out there.
(It's Uberwald. There's always an impending storm.)
The figure on the bed is sleeping fitfully, tossing this way and that beneath aggressively red bedclothes.
... Part of why he is sleeping fitfully may be that he is not sleeping at all, as it is around two in the afternoon and he has not yet grown wholly accustomed to a lifestyle where nobody's awake before sunset.
Just throwing that out there.