“ fix me… “ (ana at barnabas :>)
Darker vibes || Accepting
Hm, what an...odd request.
Barnabas isn't entirely sure what to say, if he's being honest. The only person other than Anabella who has desired to be near him so frequently is Sleipnir, and not even he has ever said such a thing. So his brow furrows ever so slightly, and he seems to hesitate for a moment before reaching over and lightly touching her cheek. His touch is frigid, but the warmth of her skin makes him feel strangely alive once again.
"Why are you asking me such a thing? I don't think there's anything to fix," he murmurs, his touch lingering for a moment before he drops his hand. "You are as close to perfection as someone can come, I think." It almost feels alien for him to say something like that, but it's true. Anabella has grown quite dear to him in the time they've spent together. What could she ever want him to do?










