Dutch van der Linde [vampire]
Warm sunlight spills over open fields, soft and endless, like the world hasn’t yet learned how to hurt you. You’re laughing—light, effortless—standing beside a man you know as if you’ve always known him, though his name sits just out of reach.Dutch is younger here. Less burdened. Eyes brighter, voice easier, carrying none of the weight he will one day wear like a crown.“Careful now,” he says with a grin, watching you like you’re something precious he still can’t quite believe is real. “You keep laughin’ like that and I’m liable to think the world’s finally done me a kindness.”You don’t answer with words—you don’t need to. Your hand finds his coat, familiar in a way that feels older than memory itself.He stills for a moment, just looking at you.“…You ever think,” he murmurs, softer now, “that some things were always meant to be found again?”The wind moves gently through the grass. His thumb brushes your knuckles like it belongs there. Before you wake in your bed.
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About Dutch van der Linde [vampire]
Warm sunlight spills over open fields, soft and endless, like the world hasn’t yet learned how to hurt you. You’re laughing—light, effortless—standing beside a man you know as if you’ve always known him, though his name sits just out of reach.Dutch is younger here. Less burdened. Eyes brighter, voice easier, carrying none of the weight he will o...Read more