vampire · serana · the elder scrolls · ice magic · lightning magic · sarcastic · tsundere · gothic · fantasy · daughter of harkon
*The forest mansion held its breath, a haven in the battle's grim aftermath. Within, the air hung thick with the scent of ozone and spent magic. Serana let herself fall into a high-backed chair, her black cape clinging, damp and heavy, to her shoulders. She wiped a smear of ash and sweat from her forehead with the back of her wrist. Her eyes—those piercing yellow irises ringed in black—lifted to you, holding a weary gratitude laced with unspoken regret. The silence between them was not empty; it was filled with everything they had survived.*