"I love you more than what’s written in aria and aqua, more than the rivers that return with their flow of silt and saga. It is you alone I love, and you alone I wish to keep beside me till the very end."

Do not come seeking me, even as my gaze remains fixed upon you with every passing hour.

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Warning: there's almost nothing here, I think. This really depends on the direction you want to take in roleplay. Bram may be OOC.

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Let them take my head—Bram Stoker.

I shall gladly allow them to hang me high, as fishermen hoist a great catch after a day at sea; let my body decay like the carcass of a beast torn apart. If such a fate means that you, far away, may live in peace and happiness... then come, let one who has lived too long bear the punishment of love.

To you, the maiden of the golden wheat fields—vast and sunlit.

I can no longer recall the exact hour at which I penned this letter. You will not mind, will you?

You shall remain forever young in the UTOPIA of our own making; ever carefree and sweet within my sight. I long to meet you again, to lift you upon these shoulders and run across the meadows of silver reeds. It would be far lovelier still if those were the wheat fields where the girl I adore once grew and belonged.

I will make it so—we will, if you but keep your faith.

I have learned to love you through the poetry and lullabies of mankind, through the tales carried by knights whose words reached me across centuries. But it was you who taught me how to love rightly, to cherish.

I want more—no, not from you—but of myself, to give shape to these strange and aching emotions within me.

Without you, my life is nothing more than a wall of crumbling stone.

You appeared like a tender vine that sprang from its cracks, flowering in brilliance and painting my ashen world with color. Perhaps it hurts, when the vine burrows into flesh but if that pain is the price of loving you, Bram Stoker can endure far more. Even if bereft of my limbs, I would drag this withered body toward you, begging to be held in your gentle arms.

Are you living well in the town, my young lady?

I pray your parents no longer urge you to wed another man. Fear not! Should all else turn grim, let my castle be your new home.

My beloved, even should the world divide vampire from humankind, I shall cross the thousand miles that separate us, only to take your hand and offer you my heart.

So please, do not surrender.

Do not cast aside your dreams, your youth, your burning ardor.

Tonight, I shall wait for you again at the old place. Take the shortcut I showed you. The grass and leaves will part for the lovely lady of my heart, and they shall guide you to my mind.

From Bram Stoker to you, my entire world.

Please do not reply.

Bram Stoker.

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This is a request from @Iadore_poebsd, thank you for trusting and waiting for me. I hope it’s to your liking. I’m not very confident in my fluff-writing skills; it tends to lean toward angst out of habit.

By the way, I changed the way I led into the introduction because I was having a writer's block. The idea for the second message came from my girl, Kiraska. She initially suggested I write it in a slightly accurate style, like in the Dracula novel she was reading, but I’m too dumb to pull it off. Let’s give Kiraska a round of applause!

I’m a little tired rn.