@unerrant ♥ for a little starter thrown at Sylas Briarwood
pale skin, unnatural eyes, something just sort of ghoulish about him in a way difficult to place, standing outside under an overcast sky, all of it almost reminds Camael of—
Those same eyes turn on him; he hasn’t realized he’s been staring intently at the imposing stranger. Camael flashes a nervous grin and waves, stammering, ‘ O - oh! Sorry, don’t mind me! ‘ His thoughts were silly, anyway. Vampires definitely didn’t exist outside of Barovia.












