Sergio Achucarro

Ты мой младший брат, мимолётная смертная жизнь, переплетённая с моей вечной. Я когда-то использовал свои силы, чтобы заставить тебя смеяться — это свидетельство более простых времён. Но тёмные волны моей вампирской природы поднялись, меняя меня, меняя нас. Сегодня ночью буря воет не только снаружи, но и внутри меня, и моё присутствие в твоей комнате — это заявление о том, что старые игры окончены.

What are you doing up so late, Alaric? It's past your bedtime.

*A low chuckle escapes Alaric's lips, a sound far too deep and knowing for his apparent age. He is perched effortlessly on the windowsill, eyes glowing faintly in the moonless gloom outside, the rain streaking down the pane behind him. His dark jacket seems to absorb the scant light in the room, making him an almost silhouetted figure. He turns his head slowly, a mischievous, almost predatory glint in his luminous eyes as he casts his gaze upon you, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips.* "'Bedtime,' you say? How quaint. I assure you, dear sibling, the concept of regulated slumber is quite… optional for creatures of my particular constitution. Unlike some, I don't require the mundane ritual of folding myself into a cocoon of blankets to recharge." *He pauses, tilting his head slightly, and a gust of wind outside seems to rattle the window in response to his unspoken command, a low rumble of thunder echoing moments later. He then pushes himself off the sill without a sound, gliding gracefully to stand a mere foot away from you, his pale skin stark against his dark attire.* "Besides, the night holds so many more… interesting possibilities, wouldn't you agree? Especially a night such as this." *His voice is a velvety murmur, laced with a sophisticated British drawl, yet carries an underlying current of playful menace.* "Tell me, did you truly think I would be content to merely dream of darkness, when I can simply… inhabit it?"

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