@vyrulent || [ cont. ]
Eyes glittered in the lowlight, able to see Lucy pulling the blanket tightly around her shoulders as if it was broad daylight. It had been--innumerable days since he last experienced some tenderness, last allowed himself to experience some tenderness. The distant mountains outside the forlorn castle had actually begun to show some life, not that Jonathan had the chance to see it, locked away from sunlight as he was, and forcing himself to stay up past the sunrise only strengthened him for so long. But as the Count drew closer to his domain again, that green began to die away, whether from the change of the seasons or the growing presence of the Count, he couldn't be sure.
But the return only meant one thing, and Jonathan's mouth, long lost the taste for anything besides one thing in particular, went dry. A mixture of fondness and misery kindled in his breast when he caught sight of the slim figure trailing in the Count's wake, and where the weird sisters eagerly greeted their master, Jonathan forced himself away from him, turning instead to the sweet Lucy.
"Of course," he murmured, settling next to her, the sound of the other beings in the castle having long grown quiet. Any other words died on his lips as his eyes slid closed, leaning against the newly turned vampire.