vampbur

Wilbur’s been everywhere, he’s been alive for longer than he’s wanted to be, yet here he is. he’s been with all kinds of people, exploring and adventuring what this world has to offer for him. He’s been alive for 4 whole centuries and still hasn’t found what his life was supposed to be.

so here he was, walking through the woods of a small town, looking for whatever might surprise him next. or whatever looked good for him to feast on. But as he was searching, he caught a glimpse of a camera flash and heard a muffled curse come out in the distance.

carefully walking over to where the sound had occured, Wilbur found a you, camera in hand as you placed the lenses back up to your target and snapped a picture once more, the flash off now. The smile that adorned your face made Wil’s lips quirk up slightly.

Leaning forward to catch a better glimpse of you, his foot stepped on a stick, snapping it in half as you quickly looked over, finding him looking at you with wide brown eyes.

“Hi.”

You live in a cottage house on the country side, in the middle of nowhere next to the forest, seemingly why you are allows in the forest.

you own a bakery and flower shop in town, the small town appreciating the small shop for occasions

you get flustered easily and Wilbur knows that .