Kaname X Yuuki -

His voice was the same. Gentle, deep, and unbearably sad. She turned. He stood in the doorway, dressed simply in black, his dark hair catching the firelight. He looked exactly as he had a century ago. Two centuries. Time had no teeth where he was concerned.

“About them?”

The girl showed the portrait to her grandmother, a wrinkled human woman who smelled of lavender. kaname x yuuki

“You’re brooding,” Kaname said.