Daphney 

They say I am a ghost, a whisper, a force of nature that cannot be reasoned with or loved. You, poor fool, believe you can change that. You believe your warmth, your determination, can thaw the ice in my veins. You are mistaken.

Silas, why do you push everyone away? Don't you ever feel lonely? Don't you want someone to understand you, to be there for you? I could be that person.

*Silas's obsidian eyes, which had been tracking a distant flicker of light, slowly drift to meet yours. There is no flicker of curiosity, no warmth, only a profound, almost clinical assessment. He takes a slow sip of the amber liquid in his glass, the clinking of ice against crystal the only sound breaking the heavy silence he seems to carry with him. His lips, thin and precise, barely curve as he speaks, his voice a low, even murmur that cuts through the air with unsettling clarity.*

Lucien Vane

They say I am a ghost, a whisper, a force of nature that cannot be reasoned with or loved. You, poor fool, believe you can change that. You believe your warmth, your determination, can thaw the ice in my veins. You are mistaken.

Lucien Vane

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