Cersie and Iseulith were a mass of tangled limbs and electric current, caught in each other’s spell as much as they were connected through carnal embrace and the ancient grit his teeth against the lightning strikes that surged between them. His power over the elemental’s blood worked as a buffer against the powerful charge but only just so and the current seared his flesh in some places only to heal over quickly as he bound the borrowed abilities to his form. The room grew infinitely cold as frost crawled across the walls around them though the brilliant pinpricks of blue candle light remained, struggling against the whispering chill that swept over them.<br/><br/><br/>As a vampire, Iseulith barely noticed the change at first. It registered to him merely as a surge of power he had not witnessed before from the man beneath him, quite different than what he had been expecting. Another grand surprise. Cersie’s breath plumed from him as it left his warm wet mouth but the ancient carried no such warmth within in the first place... and though his lungs possessed the capability of breath which he used to smell the air around him, it did not condense into the fog-like vapor that belonged to the living. Instead it would have appeared as if he did not breath at all.<br/><br/><br/>The cold bit into his skin and filled his lungs with bitter frost as the powerful spell of winter filled the chamber. He laughed in unison with his fellow illusions, watched as they glimmered and struggled to reclaim their forms as his own shadow magic guttered and danced around them. His concentration was almost fully enveloped in his current task and left little room for much else and as the first few flakes of crystallized water vapor stuck to his form they wavered in their vampire likeness once more before suddenly transforming into a mass of undulated black serpents, slithering around the elemental’s limbs where only moments prior their had been delicate soft hands and arms.<br/><br/><br/>The snow stuck to Iseulith like it would to a fresh corpse, unmelting. The pretty little crystals hung from his hair and washed over his naked form which remained unchanged from the lethal drop in temperature. No mere human could have withstood such a thing, he knew, and he relished in his own ability to withstand the storm and the allowance it gave Cersie to release himself from the constraints of his own human-like form.<br/><br/><br/>The fluttering white powder began to gather on the floor and furniture around them, transforming the room into a sparkling winter-scape, filtered by the soft glow of moonlight beyond the newly manifested window. Their bodies bucked and writhed against the dark snakes and sheet clad bed, snow falling gently around them. Iseulith’s fingers found purchase in Cersie’s hair and his shadowy serpents wriggled and twisted underneath, shivering and falling into clouds of black vapor until nothing remained of them at all. They had reached the end of their existence, the illusory spell dissipating as the vampire’s thrusts became more earnest and rushed with quickly advancing lust. His hips worked faster, his lips hungry for the little tether of warmth that led to Cersie’s lips. Unmistakably alive, fresh, inviting.<br/><br/><br/>A deep moan escaped him as he pressed more deeply into each thrust, his body growing colder with each passing moment. Frost crusted over him as the chill attempted to seize his motion but the dark magic in his own vampiric blood refused to cease, its will alone pushing it through his veins so that he might continue forward. Cold knuckles swept across Cersie’s cheek as the snow began to swirl around them, heaving against an unseen current that was beginning to build in the shadowy chambers. It was similar to what they had experienced on their first night, the walls groaning and the floorboards warping as the vampire lost himself in his lust. The space was connected to him and it reacted in a similar fashion to its master, threatening to fall away into nothing as the energy surrounding them battered against its carefully laid barriers and wards.<br/><br/><br/>“I am close...” came the vampire’s nearly silent words as he pounded forward repeatedly and though his almost calm demeanor was very well crafted and practiced, the need behind it was strained and filled with the urge for release. He wanted to consume the man below him, his nature drove him towards it, and though he held back his killing bite, his fangs did indeed sink deep into the elemental’s thorat once more. An attempt to claim him. To leave his signature in the form of his bite mark upon pale flesh. A scar that would not heal; the physical mark of a vampire’s contract with his ward and the seal that would bind them eternally, as long as the vampire who created it yet lived. With mortals it was easy, but with Cersie he could almost feel the natural resistance of their opposing natures. He hoped to push through that barrier with his mask of kindness, to trick Cersie into accepting the bond willingly. It was perhaps the only way to capture him fully, though somewhere in the back of his mind he knew it was likely impossible. Perhaps the bloodlink would have been enough, but Iseulith was selfish and possessive and true to his ancient vampiric curse he would take what he wanted as he always had, with no thought to consequence. Wishes and desires, in his mind, were for the weak just as luck and chance were derived from the foolish and meek.<br/><br/><br/>Iseulith pulled away with a fanged grin framed with the dripping blue of elemental blood, bright ruby eyes still spiraling with hypnotic power contrasted it defiantly and he whispered, “...you are mine...”