The market was hot and sticky, heavy with the scent of sweat and rapidly ripening fruit. Tucked in the shade between too much larger booths, Virgil sat at his makeshift stall and arranged his small bundles of flowers, herbs, and berries, head bent over his work.
It's like-sinking below the trees. And it's a myth that sunlight kills vampires-just irritates them a bit-so with less sun he'd probs be chill. Like I think he probs goes out at sunset, night, and like early morning/sunrise
