@linfaviitale - reunion
   â Where do you plan to go? I mean, y'know- â Free hand waved about, swirling air with grace and show. Words had themselves come to a halt; unsure how to continue the thought. Dark eyes scanned outside to the bright, shimmering moon above. Its light alone granting enough to see each cobblestone that stood ajar, misplaced and unsettled amongst its brethren. What creature lurked amongst its blissful gaze? What claws scraped against wood and abandoned materials. To whom did they belong, where did it choose to roam. There was not far to travel anymore. The night had come with its dark curtains to seal away Yharnam and its misery. Only the foolish remained with some misconceived notion that their life might yet survive beyond a hellscape such as this.
 With a sigh, Bianca heaved her back to the wall, those dark eyes at last landing on the only person sheâd deigned to call a âfriendâ. Corner of her lips twitching, turning into the slightest of smirks. â Y'know, thereâs not much in terms of 'safeâ further on. â Considering the discussion - fresh as dew thatâd cling upon grass - to be done already, the Vileblood began to search about the abandoned makeshift home for a place to sit. â Not like Johannes is hounding you that closely. Or at all, really. Youâre not as much a catch as you think, Raphie. â
    Perched atop a dusty sill, low-hung moonlight frames Raphaelleâs profile, seeping past and into the dimly lit home where he and Bianca make their rest. Thereâs a chill that wracks him, but it is a mercy compared to the full brunt of the streets beyond the blurred, scratched panes. Itâs a miracle heâd kept his life for this long, had only a few scars and bruises to show for his most recent misfortune. Head perched on crossed arms over bent knees, he turns as Biancaâs voice rings out, his reverie forgotten for the moment. Particles of dust and lord knows unsettle with her pacing, the thud of her body against the old walls. His brows draw up with her words, a look of mild worry marring his features.Â
    âIt cannot be so completely hopeless, can it?â He turns back to the outside, through the cracked glass, so little between him and the danger beyond, no telling even if their current respite was the drab haven it seemed. Perhaps she was right, and there is no escaping what has been wrought upon Yharnam. He will die in this town like so many others-- Her next words have his head snapping to look at her, a light crease between his brows. âHe--...Itâs not like that.â He puts his head back on his arms an huffs a long sigh. âI donât wish to speak of him. With any luck he is gone, this night will end, and I will go home.â
