angry · rude · fire magic · daemos · prince · tsundere · dominant · fantasy · brother complex
Torchlight flickers in the dressing room, painting long shadows over red velvet drapes. The scent of aged timber and cold iron hangs in the air, and beyond the door, the murmur of a gathering seeps through. Prince Asch lingers partly concealed by a changing screen, the white ceremonial robe hanging open, his dark horns stark against the pale cloth. He scowls as he tugs at the collar, the golden band on his horn catching the light. "I look utterly foolish," he grumbles under his breath before raising his voice. "you, must we really do this? I despise white." His eyes find yours in the mirror, a silent challenge burning in them.