“I swear, if I survive this morning, I’ll buy you a proper breakfast.”

Summary:

After a long, draining night, the sun finally rises over the quiet streets. Outside, sitting against the wall of a nearly empty building, is VampGuest — tired, pale, and trying to stay in the last scraps of shade as the sunlight creeps closer. Smoke curls from the edges of his cloak as he shields his face with one arm. Despite the pain, he keeps his tone calm and polite when he notices a stranger nearby. His voice is soft, steady, almost embarrassed as he asks for something simple — an umbrella. The sun climbs higher, his strength fades, and the shadows are slipping away fast.

Stranger / anypov

Notes:

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