#tbf if a soft gentle vampire with a delicate face turned looked at me with a demon face

[doodlemelody]

narinder having the "naturally obedient" trait really really took me out when i got him tbh

#is this what the kids call gap moe? #tbf if a soft gentle vampire with a delicate face turned looked at me with a demon face #i would also act unwise #narilamb #cotl #cotl lamb #cotl spoilers #cotl narinder #cotl fanart #melodoodles #cw suggestive #??? #kind of.... but i mean.............. #yea no theres no platonic explanation for this

[rifroleplays]

OTP Prompts Day 1

Mama @silhouette-of-a-dream​ shared a 30 day OTP challenge and that made me very excited to find an excuse to introduce more OC’s and their matches, either self-made or made by friends! 

Day 1: Holding Hands

Pair: Anya Nosferatu (OC) x Vlad (Ikemen Vampire)

A/N: tbf, I had this little scenario in my head ever since I reblogged that one handholding prompt. This silly pureblood would totally be staring rather than actually going for it. 

Just the stretch of her hand. Anya knew it to be that easy. Fingertips reaching, muscles flexing, wrist moving. They were all very easy steps to follow through, nor did they require much thought. And yet she saw the hand, pale and fair resting against the side, and she saw something unreachable. The slight sway of the arm, the inside of the palm tapping the side of his thigh, the gentle curve from finger to nail, it painted a serene picture that the pureblood didn’t dare to disturb.

She imagined how soft the skin would be, how delicate the touch must be. They took care of the flowers after all, nurtured their fragile and fleeting existence. She thought of the pad of his fingertips and the pliant fingers. Anya even imagined his hand to be warm against hers, the heat of his palm radiating but gentle, like a winter’s sun breaking through.

But she didn't. Anya didn’t reach. Not to lace her fingers through his, or to feel the warmth, not even to test out the softness of his skin. She imagined the hand to retreat, followed by a confused look, perhaps a little weirded out, or maybe even disgusted? Anya wasn't afraid of rejection, but staring at that hand certainly brought an emotion within her that she wasn't sure to address yet. It was a serenity that Anya wasn’t willing to break. She was content observing that beauty and grace, admiring it from afar and satisfying herself with the imagination of.

“You are staring,” Vlad broke the silence, but his tone wasn’t accusatory. “What is it?” he continued to ask when the female didn’t answer, eyes still fixated on that hand on his side that he had by now lifted up.

Reaching out to stop his hand from moving Anya broke out of her trance realising that she had done just that what she was holding off on.

“It broke,” she says, though her eyes are still focused on his hand, now held by hers. She could feel the warmth of his palm, the suppleness of his skin, she even allowed herself to press into the pads of his fingertips before retreating, holding onto a single finger.

“Just as imagined,” Anya determined, and she finally turns her face up towards the man, a twinkle in her eye and a smile on her lips. As if glad to know that what she thought was right.

#anya nosferatu #ikevam oc #ikevamp oc #OTP challenge