“Eli?”
The tower’s indoor pool was a nice one. If he were the type that actually swam, Uriel would’ve been there constantly. Unfortunately, he wasn’t, but that didn’t mean he had no reason to visit every now and again. Eli was a recent acquaintance and a pure soul, a merman who locked himself away in the tower to find peace, and the vampire found he really enjoyed his company. Mermen got a bad rap, they were seen - much like vampires - as coldhearted, bloodthirsty killers who thrived on chaos and reveled in the sound of screams. Stereotypes like that were dangerous, they were what kept the city in a state of constant tension and away from the peaceful cohabitation Uriel wished he could see.
He and Eli had a lot in common, at least in his eyes, and he made a point of coming to visit in order to spread positivity and discuss everything and nothing with the gentle merman. That evening was no different, Uriel had come to talk and laugh with his newfound friend - this time bearing the fruits of his latest attempt to cook.