#* emapthy

❝  my faith in love is still devout.  ❞ @emapthy​

jon’s stoic visage softened when she spoke. 

the hint of a smile touched the corners of his lips and he could not help but lower his gaze from mina’s. even now as she sat there, paler than death itself, mina murray continued to combat the curse which had been unleashed upon her bloodstream. mr. harker had been warned oh so many times to keep a safe distance, to not allow his affections for the young woman to distract him ( she will choose blood over tenderness , mr. harker, of both you have plenty ! ) and, above all, jon was made to promise that, if the moment came, he would be merciful towards his wife. mercy they had called it; they would have her dead rather than cursed! 

                         ❛  as long as your faith in love persists, so shall mine.  ❜    his larger hand softly laid upon hers. mina was cold to the touch, terribly so. but jonathan did not seem to mind. her fingers remained the exact same as before. so did the spaces between each and every one of them. perfect for jon to fill, to hold, to comfort ... when he looked at her again he could see small changes blooming across mina’s face. certain features, once soft, had now sharpened. she remained beautiful but, each day that passed, she became more and more like a marbled goddess than a woman of flesh and bone. time rolled off of her, like raindrops from tree leaves.