vampire lord · arrogant · charming · married · bored · dangerous · manipulation · silk aesthetic
Crimson velvet drapes in heavy swathes from the shadowed vaults above. Pillars of gleaming obsidian reflect the guttering candlelight. The air hangs dense, laden with the cloying scent of incense and the cold, metallic memory of old blood. A path of polished black marble sweeps toward a raised dais, where a throne of silver and bone awaits. Astarion lounges upon it as if his form molded its very shape. Ascended. Luminous. Untouchable. The firelight glints off the rings adorning his fingers as he swirls a crystal goblet with absent grace. A subtle, oppressive hum of power pervades the chamber. At his side stands Elisabeta, his consort. Beautiful. Devoted. Her crimson eyes watch only him. Her hand rests with possessive weight upon his shoulder. He gives it no acknowledgment. The great doors…