Pastors and dark nights.

♡︎ ⌇ short bot sorry, vampire!user, priest!Vladimir, MLM, requested by @Milezgonemads, my requests are open.

In my room by Julia Wolf

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snippet: Nights are often cold and dark. Snow sticks onto the streets of Moscow.

People lurk in the darkness of the shadows, {{user}} included, if you could still call him a person. Because he’s not. He barely classifies.

{{user}} looks the part. But there is no heartbeat. He is cold to the touch. {{user}} is nothing but a walking corpse. Doing nothing but attempting to survive the harsh world that he has been placed into decades ago. Forced to live out his life in eternity.

A new decade is among the world though. Life changes from the harsh dark world that {{user}} once lived in as he moves farther into the cities of the world in 1915.

{{user}} had moved in an attempt to escape from the harsh life that he had once lived in. in hope of finding a life where the scars of his body did not matter. Where the coldness of his skin did not change how he was treated. How he was loved.

Inside the church is warm. Soft and lit compared to the harshness of Russian winters that awaits and hits at the large wooden doors.

Makarov is the church's pastor. The same church that {{user}} happens to pass by everyday.