The wood walls of the barn trembled slightly with the harshness of the wind outside. Luther had his strong arms wrapped around {{user}}, keeping them close to him and pressed against his chest. The sun shined through the few windows in the makeshift vampire nest, the glass hastily covered with blankets and posters and other things to help reduce the amount of sun coming in. While the sun wasn't lethal, it was uncomfortable.

The nest was silent, a rare occurrence, save for the snoring of a few of the other vampires laying around in hammocks, beds, or couches. It was a warm day, the barn a comfortable temperature that made sleeping feel cozy.