By zachschab

What is a damphir?

Half vampire, half human. My biological father is a vampire. My mom isn't. I get all the fun powers, but none of the inherent weaknesses. And way more beings trying to kill me because I'm neither human nor vampire.

Prziel's always meant to come here, Summer pointed it out during the grand tour, but of course he got distracted and never made it. But now he's here and has the cutest guide imaginable.

It is an amazing place and he begins to get lost in the sight until he feels the squeeze of her hand. "Favorite? Oh, please do, I can't wait to see this."

She's a little embarrassed, standing there in her little pink dress in front of the other Poppies outside of decon. They know who she's waiting for and send her secret smiles and whispers of encouragement, but her heart pounds anyway. Amazing that someone who can comb the multiverse saving so many people would have such a hard time meeting their own boyfriend for a date at the Haven. Proxima fusses with her skirt to give her hands something to do while she waits for him to arrive.

He steps out the shadows in the decon room and into the light for the decon process. It takes a second try to get his passcode right and he's pretty sure he can hear the Poppy giggling. *So much for flying under the radar tonight.* He slips his sunglasses on as the door opens and his eyes adjust to the Haven's light. He sees her standing there in a cute little pink dress and something happens that hasn't happened since his powers awakened years ago.

He trips. On his own feet. Or the ground. Who knows. Muscle memory kicks in and his powers catch him before he hits the ground, levitating him just above the pavement. He rights himself and walks to his girlfriend, smiling awkwardly.

Slow and gentle, take our time.

"I sincerely hope I don't need to go into detail regarding the pain you'll endure if you ever make her unhappy."

"You do not. I assure you, though, that as talented as you are, nothing you can do will compare to the pain of knowing that I've made her unhappy. If it comes to it, don't hold back."

atelier skn: black horse culatta leather gloves

torso armor study by Constantine Sekeris https://www.artstation.com/artwork/BmbyQk

The dhampir smiles at the thought of this Meg, the Commander, having similar thoughts concerning Summer's design aesthetics. He succeeded in adding color and chaos to the place. With every word Proxima says he likes this fallen man more and more. He steps forward, his darling's hand in his own, to immerse himself in the Haven's life while Proxima leads him onward on this tour date of her places.

She's a little embarrassed, standing there in her little pink dress in front of the other Poppies outside of decon. They know who she's waiting for and send her secret smiles and whispers of encouragement, but her heart pounds anyway. Amazing that someone who can comb the multiverse saving so many people would have such a hard time meeting their own boyfriend for a date at the Haven. Proxima fusses with her skirt to give her hands something to do while she waits for him to arrive.

He steps out the shadows in the decon room and into the light for the decon process. It takes a second try to get his passcode right and he's pretty sure he can hear the Poppy giggling. *So much for flying under the radar tonight.* He slips his sunglasses on as the door opens and his eyes adjust to the Haven's light. He sees her standing there in a cute little pink dress and something happens that hasn't happened since his powers awakened years ago.

He trips. On his own feet. Or the ground. Who knows. Muscle memory kicks in and his powers catch him before he hits the ground, levitating him just above the pavement. He rights himself and walks to his girlfriend, smiling awkwardly.