Vampire AU: THIS ONE ISN'T MY FAULT (okay yes it is)

[puckishly]

Thunder rumbles ominously in the distance. A draft whips about the room, sending its many candles sputtering as if they themselves feared the impending storm.

(It's Uberwald. There's always an impending storm

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[oneman_onevote]

Outside, a wind rises, disturbing the mist that lies around the castle into eddying wisps that ghost across the windows, fogging the glass like a breath. The frames rattle as the growing tempest draws nearer, darkening the light of day to false dusk.

Cool air shifts the drapes subtly, causing their paleness to stir and writhe weakly in the dimness.

[puckishly]

The figure on the bed shifts, uttering a soft sigh-- as if his sleep were further disturbed.

His lashes flutter, as if he might wake; but after a moment, he simply turns onto his other side, fingers clutching fitfully at the sheets and then releasing.

[oneman_onevote]

The wind rises with a whine, shuddering against the walls, which seem to shift, complaining against the onslaught.

(In the distance, a rumble of encroaching thunder.)

The shadows flicker in the room as the curtains shift again, billowing in the stuttering breeze streaming through the joins in the window.

[puckishly]

Another sigh from the bed. This one is pitched higher, almost an echo of the rising wind; a soft sound of unconscious need.

"Oh ... Havelock ..."

The sleeping youth appears quite insensible to the shadows, the billowing of the curtains, his own voice murmuring thick and drowsy into the room's cold expanse of stone.

He also appears insensible to the fact that his tossing and turning has worried the sheets and crimson bedspread down about his waist, revealing a gauzy garment that does not particularly leave anything to the imagination.

"My heart ... I have been waiting for you ..."