A Gothic Winter Tale

[janebecomes]

Jane has found herself a nook in the library and is lost in the poetry of Catullus, a translation she found that she's not seen before.

The night is starting to draw in and so her shawl is pulled tightly around her as she wonders about the kind of passion and lust that inspired such words.

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[vojvode]

He watches her for a long time from the shadows, watches the intent gaze on her face as her eyes play over the words.

She's dark, like his Mina. Beautiful.

For a moment, he is well and truly smitten.