vampath
the thing about vampires is the hunger. it’s constant even when quenched and the feel and sound of it thrum through her head in a loud sort of crash, slicing through her train of thought. it’s always like this, whenever one gets close enough to her. the hunger and years and years and years of time. more time than someone should have and more years than are comfortable being crammed into her head at once. humans are loud. any being who's been around longer than a normal lifetime are cacophonous. a clash of years and blood and death but still being here. it’s all a bit overwhelming. she’s kind of considering putting her head in her hands and covering her ears even though that won’t help. “ow.”