Vampire's Reverie - Emotionally Dark Piano and Violin Music for Reflection | Dark Academia Music

[@Tinuel2]

Within a small, precious moment of sweet darkness, this place, this is where I can submerge myself in that heart of yours that you give us

[@はとぽぽ-d9w]

麗しいです

[@Planet_Ocean]

Закрыв глаза, и я погрузилась history of time...of your ❤️‍🔥heart...

[@Nelli-i4u]

Он романтик.

[@monyatoscano3840]

❤❤❤

[@writer_creates_123]

POV: . . . I opened the door a little further and walked into the lord's study, feeling a little curious what secrets he kept in such a beautiful room. My lips parted in awe. Books lined the walls, and off to my left a crackling fire filled the hearth of an ornate fireplace. A high-backed chair stood beside it, and my breath caught in my chest when I saw his boots stretched out before the chair, towards the firelight. I then noticed his pale fingers draped over the arm, beside a pewter chalice of a dark red liquid. If my guess was correct about this young lord, it didn't take a genius to guess what that liquid was. I slowly stepped forward, careful my heels made little noise on the stone floor. I crept over to the chair and stood beside it, and I rested my hand lightly on the carved golden back, looking down into the pale, clear, peaceful face of my host. He was asleep, the flames flickering softly across his features. 'Goodness,' I thought, 'he looks... sad. How strange.' I found myself wondering what sorrows could make such a cold person have such a sad face even in sleep. I must have let out a breath too loudly, because I was suddenly frightened when he stirred. I stepped back quickly, nearer the fire. His eyes opened, and the pale, moonlight irises focused slowly on me. He blinked a few times, and then a look of bitterly amused sorrow filled his eyes. "Ah, Rosetta. My guest. Did you wander in on accident?" He sat up a little, his hands coming up to tent their fingertips together before his mouth. I couldn't lie. I shook my head. "No, my lord. I... was curious." "Ahhh..." He leaned his head back in the chair again, watching me. "So, you came in to explore." I nodded and blinked, looking away. I drew a careful breath. "Yes, I did. I hope I didn't offend --" "No, no," he said softly, getting out of his chair and standing opposite me, "You did not offend. But you did transgress the boundary." "I'm sorry, but.. It's such a beautiful room, and I wondered..." He tilted his head to the side. "You think so?" I looked shyly back up at him and nodded, drawing closer to the fireplace. My sleeveless dress did nothing for me in the draughty castle. "Well, I can't help but be glad you approve. What do you like about it?" I gestured helplessly to -- all of it. "It's all just... amazing. Beautiful. Like the rest of this place. But everywhere else is a bit stiffer. Not quite so comfortable and inviting." "You're saying my study is inviting? And the rest of the castle is not?" I nodded slightly. "Yes," I said timidly. "I shall have to fix that." He smiled a little. For the first time I saw what convinced me -- the two tiny points resting on his lower lip. He had never smiled, and he carried his lips carefully enough when he spoke that I'd never seen them. But now the faint white glints of two small fangs confirmed my suspicions. "I can't have you nervous in my castle -- and I especially can't have you seeking solace in my study of all places, my dear." He held out a hand. "Come. Explain to me how I can improve." I was, frankly, astounded. He had never smiled, never been so accommodating, never been so willing to offer anything to me. I hesitantly took his ahnd, and tensed for him to pull me closer and take his revenge for my trespass. But he didn't. He kindly and genteelly escorted me out, and asked me what there was about the study that offered more comfort. I thought back, running over the room in my mind, and comparing it to the rest of the castle. After a few suggestions -- such as more fireplaces being lit, more books being in the more frequented rooms and less in the rarely-visited ones, more carpets and fur rugs being dragged into the spaces, we began to speak of other things. he told me of his travels, where he had purchased this trinket or that mirror -- none of which showed his reflection -- and I came to realize he was truly far older than he looked. He had to have lived for centuries to be able to travel so much of the world. I told him as much. I was feeling... a bit bolder, i suppose. I wasn't as afraid of him as I had been when first he brought me here. He was gentler, and he listened. I don't know if he was blood-drunk or sleepy or what, but there was a marked difference. I told him he had to have lived many hundreds of years to accomplish all he'd told me. He smiled again. Again, the second time, and in one day, no less. "Yes, my dear Rosetta. Come now; don't tell me you haven't figured it out?" he turned and looked into my eyes, his own proud and noble, but also somehow supremely sad. I nodded. How could I not have? I looked down at the stone floor. "Yes," I said softly. "I've figured it out by now." He nodded. "Good. I'd like for my friends to know who I am." "Friends, my lord?" He nodded again. "I'm not exactly being obvious, no, but I do enjoy having someone to talk to, you know." He looked at me as we stood in one of the grand windows together, the silver moonlight glinting in his dark hair. "It makes the place feel alive again, after so many years." "Well, I... am glad to be of service, my lord." He smiled again. Had someone given him some sort of drug? I shook my head, no, that was absurd -- it's only us two in this castle, and unless he'd done it to himself, there was no way. I hadn't, at least. "Please, Rosetta. Call me Damien. It's my name. And I would hear it ring in these halls again, as it once did." He looked searchingly into my eyes, and the sorrow still lingered in his own. I blinked at his request but nodded slowly. "As you wish, Damien." I spoke the name slowly, careful not to say 'my lord' again. The sorrow grew in his eyes. "Ahhh," he whispered. "You sound the same..." "I beg your pardon?" He shook his head, then turned, walking slowly to the center of the room. The large, covered painting hanging above the cold, empty fireplace of the space drew his eye, and he turned toward it. He stood looking at it for a long moment, then he took a step toward it. But then he shook his head and turned away again. "I shall explain to you another time, my dear." He walked out of the room, his hands clasped behind his back. I looked from the doorway where he'd vanished to the painting, and back again. Curiosity killed the cat, they say, and it also drew me to the sheet over the frame. I carefully lifted the corner and looked into the face of someone who looked shockingly familiar. I dropped the sheet with a start, and I stepped back. She was my doppelganger.

[@ElainasWorld7]

Oh wow... this is amazing. You should totally write a book with this as the beginning. I seriously feel like I'm there while listening to the music as well...❤

[@writer_creates_123]

@@ElainasWorld7 oh goodness thank you so much, I love getting the notice!! it means so much to me!! and yeah the music was severely affecting the entire plot of the scene, it could have gone a lot of different directions that the calm and sedate nature of the playlist helped to shape and mold the story's mood.

[@ElainasWorld7]

@@writer_creates_123 Yeah totally. If you ever write a book like this, I want to read it for sure.

[@Nelli-i4u]

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