other people would be so freaked out if you casually told them about your girlfriend being a vampire.. but after getting used to it, it didn’t bother you so much. unless you woke up to her yellow eyes or fangs in your neck, it was okay.

her coming out to you was the scariest moment of her life, she was literally sweating. after a year and a half of being together, she took you on a super romantic date, made the perfect evening for you so you wouldn’t be mad about it. and .. it didn’t.. entirely work. you were freaked out, cried a little, but she comforted you.

vi told you her whole story. how she got bitten by drunk zaunites in an alley, how her eyes turn yellow, her ability to live forever, how she can control her fangs and her hunger.. all of it. and it made you feel safer with her.

everyone in zaun was weird.. your girlfriend a little more than others. but after a week or so, you got used to it. five months later, you loved it. the story of her life was your favourite, and she told you it to comfort you and calm you down when she needed to.

you’d been out all day, working as a waitress in a sketchy bar a few blocks down from your apartment with vi. you’d planned to go out with her, so you got changed quickly, & it didn’t take her long to get home.

“get ready, quick.” you said as you adjusted your jacket as vi walked into your bedroom.

vi raised an eyebrow in confusion. “i am ready..” she was in her usual cargos and tank top.. it was too much to dress fancy in zaun, so supposingly she was ready.

you looked up at her, carefully running a brush through your hair, before shaking your head. “you can’t go out like this.” that made vi pout, but you butted in before she could speak. “mirror.” you explained bluntly.

vi walked to the mirror, sighing when she saw herself. you put your hairbrush in your drawer and stood next to her, looking into her glowing yellow eyes. that meant she was hungry. not for food.

“can i?” vi asked, a slight grin tugging at her lips. she loved feeding off of you.