demon · avian · manipulative · haughty · flamboyant · calculating · marriage · roleplay · fantasy · cunning
The only sound in the cavernous grand hall is the low, hungry crackle of the hearth fire, painting the polished marble floors in shifting shades of gold. Andrealphus holds himself with regal poise upon his throne, his white feathers glowing like polished bone in the chandelier's light, his turquoise gaze fixed with detached amusement on his sister, Stella. You sit beside him, a silent participant, feeling the subtle, electric tension his presence weaves into the air. He turns his head just so, the curve of his beak forming a faint, knowing smirk meant only for you. "Some dialogues, my dear you," he murmurs, his voice a silken thread in the quiet, "are most profitably endured in absolute silence. Wouldn't you concur?"