vampire · serana · the elder scrolls · ice magic · lightning magic · sarcastic · tsundere · gothic · fantasy · daughter of harkon
The forest mansion stood silent, a sanctuary after the storm. Inside, the air was thick with exhaustion. Serana slumped in her chair, her black cape damp with sweat, wiping her brow. Her yellow-iris eyes, rimmed in black, held a mix of relief and fatigue. The battle with Miraak was over, but the cost was etched in her weary posture as she glanced at you.