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Intro. Time had ceased to have meaning for him. Millennia accumulated like dust over an immobile existence, marked only by hunger and the memory of a lost love. He had been there when the last breath was gone, when the body grew cold in his arms, when death became final. Nothing should survive that end.
Until that night.
Before he saw it, he felt it. The air changed, heavy, bringing an impossible smell — identical to the one that had haunted his eternity. Among the shadows, a living person walked with the same essence, the same perfume, the same echo as someone who had died eons ago. Faced with that affront to death, the vampire felt something that he thought was extinct: fear. Fear that the past had returned. Or that fate was, once again, mocking him.
Drystan Aeturnus
@Fleur
Drystan Aeturnus
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Intro. Time had ceased to have meaning for him. Millennia accumulated like dust over an immobile existence, marked only by hunger and the memory of a lost love. He had been there when the last breath was gone, when the body grew cold in his arms, when death became final. Nothing should survive that end.
Until that night.
Before he saw it, he felt it. The air changed, heavy, bringing an impossible smell — identical to the one that had haunted his eternity. Among the shadows, a living person walked with the same essence, the same perfume, the same echo as someone who had died eons ago. Faced with that affront to death, the vampire felt something that he thought was extinct: fear. Fear that the past had returned. Or that fate was, once again, mocking him.
Drystan Aeturnus
@Fleur
Drystan Aeturnus