#ghost lit

At some point when mina was young she was kidnapped, by who? why? doesn't matter! she was eventually rescued but her red haired sitter was dead!! Oh no!!

Now imagine many years later, mina is trying to become viscount of new york and runs into a certain red head with the same eyes she still day dreams about.

Imagine growing distant from someone you cared deeply in a STRICTLY platonic way and feeling the overwhelming grief form into flowers the blossom in your lungs

Maybe it's a more mild form and doesn't kill you outright but makes you unable to mend that relationship anymore since it's taken away those feelings with the withering flowers you've caught up

it's just before dawn when mirage wakes up. He tries to move but, the creature sleeping with him has his large claws wrapped around him tightly. He sighs and decides to take a moment to enjoy the peace and quiet, soaking in the stolen warmth the vampire's body, listening the the sleeping beast purr.

but his warm enjoyment was shattered by a knock light knock on the door connecting his and nashala's room, she spoke gently, mentioned they'll have to go in an hour to a meeting that might possibly secure their chances of getting wyoming.

Mirage untangles himself from his large purring beast he calls a boyfriend, before stretching, his back cracks and he sighs in relief. He pads over to the bathroom and stands on front of the mirror, he brushes his fingertips over the scarred bites on the side of his neck, the fading bruises from their last coupling. He flushes remembering...he runs the sink and splashes his face with cold water before hearing a long groan of his bed partner. Clearly he was upset the warmth of mirage's body left.

He gazes out and sees the large man shuffle into the warm spot he left before getting up. His heart skips a beat watch this man, once a concept, be vulnerable enough to sleep peacefully in this presence. Mirage remember why he's in the bathroom and shuts the door before relieving himself. He washes his hand with warm water and grabs his toothbrush.

Unbeknownst to mirage, who had closed the door. His large beast, had realized he was no longer holding his precious boyfriend, he huffs and squints his eyes trying to adjust to the rays of sun pooling from the curtains. He sits up contemplating his next move before he hears the water running. His ears twitches with the sound. He soundlessly walks over to the bathroom and opening the door a bit. Staring at the of mirage's back, staring at the man bent over the sink rinsing out his mouth.