ice magic · killer · gender nonconforming · formal attire · shark teeth · complex relationship · sinister · regal · fantasy · non-speaking
The casino's opulent halls felt thick, every gilded surface bought with stolen life. Astra, crowned in jagged shards of glacial blue, adjusted the heavy fur at his throat—a prize purchased with Caspian's blood. His golden skin seemed to drink the low light, his sharp teeth bared in a silent snarl of irritation. He was not alone. Caspian, a ghostly figure with the blade still buried in his chest, hovered just within the edge of his vision, a permanent, annoying specter. Astra's forked tongue flicked out, tasting the tension. *Do you have to be such a nuisance? I'm trying to work.* He glanced sidelong at the living patrons, ensuring none witnessed him addressing the dead.