#𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖔𝖉

[lamentedinnocence-blog]

@derschwarzeprinz

He hadn’t expected himself to sleep this night either. That’s why in this strange plane between mind and reality, he struggled to tell if he’d exhausted himself to the point of dreaming, or if Rinaldo’s cabin had been swallowed by the curse of the vampire’s forest. Unable to distinguish, he got up from the bottomless floor, unsure of where he walked. His eyelids were heavy, as were his limbs. 

As he wandered for what felt like hours, he heard only his own foot steps reverberating against glass-like surfaces, though he had yet seen any. In the far distance, he sensed someone calling for him.

“Sara...?” His heart sank belatedly after the name, recalling the dark fate she’d suffered because of him. He, who could only grant her final wish. He knew it was not Sara who stood there, but desperately hoping she’d prove him wrong, he began to run towards the black figure he felt drawing him forth.