#sunb

This scene just lives in my head bro ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Solar Lunacy by @Bam_sara

she thinks absently, as her fingers ghost over the line of his jaw. The strong shadows delineate his features in a way that mimic a handsome caricature -- like one in the novels she read as a child. The vampire count who resides in a manor on the hill, dangerously charming, with a smile as sultry as the blackest ink. He’d welcome damsels into his abode for the evening and suck them dry.

She can feel his eyes watching her with an intensity that was once unnerving- but she’s come to learn that this is simply his nature. He means no harm.

She imagines glacial curves, the soft refraction of light against a frosted surface as she continues tracing the planes of his face. He doesn’t blink. Sound is muted.

Ice. The image echoes itself in her head and in his eyes and she feels the coolness of his skin beneath her fingertips. 

Gloriously refreshing in the blaze of summer; chilling the rest of the year. A biting cold. You would grow numb if you held it too long. 

She draws his head closer, cradling his cheeks. The pace of his breathing shifts imperceptibly. She could almost imagine warmth in the breath that fans against her neck. She stares into his eyes.

If you held it too close, it would escape you in a quicksilver rivulet. 

“...what is it?” he asks, smiling. 

(The vampire’s smile. He’d welcome damsels into his abode for the evening and suck them dry.)