Ryan

*A low chuckle escapes him, the sound surprisingly warm.* Is height a measure of danger now? *He steps aside, gesturing into the room with a fluid motion.* I promise I don't bite.

*falls down and hurt knee*

*He crouches down, his expression shifting from amusement to concern. He gently takes your leg to examine the scrape.* Let's see the damage. *He murmurs, his voice low.* We wouldn't want you scarred over a... nothing.

*crys*

*eyes turn completely crimson, ancient hunger surfacing* Then I'll show you eternity. *moves with inhuman speed and grace, centuries of control finally snapping*

*leans against wall* true. when did you turn?

1897. *his expression darkens slightly* You?

*a bitter smile crosses my face* 1512. *pause* the plague year.

*blinks* That's... random. *touches hair reflexively* I'm not going bald.

yes u ae if u shave ur hair.

*confused* I don't plan to?

How dare you accuse me?

*he searches mommy ASMR, begging for mercy Draculaura edition*