#ofnightshade

“ vincent, ” it’s less of a question and more of a request for his presence. she’d only seen him fleetingly since rumours started swirling about the bruise on his cheekbone, but if growing up his fiancée had taught andromeda anything, it was that asking vincent questions he didn’t want to answer when it came to injury was a fruitless endeavour. instead, she stands in the doorway to his dorm, voice quiet, holding up one of her cigarettes as an offering. “  ––– i miss you, a bit. ”