Iseulith climbed into the deep claw foot tub behind Cersie, a lascivious smirk plastered across his face as he enjoyed the view of the naked man climbing into the steaming water. He loved every curve and angle the creature offered him and wore the fact proudly in his eyes. His own movements were languid after his short spasm, something he was more apt to hide than to elaborate on as he himself climbed into the hot water. It warmed his unusually cold form, but supplied him with no actual comfort. Not in the sense that it would for a normal human, or even as it might have for the elemental. The water could have been ice cold and it would have suited him just the same. What he did enjoy were the fragrant oils and handfuls of delicate herbs and flowers that had been placed in the water by his beloved familiar.<br/><br/><br/>Utaa approached the bath with a polished brass tray holding an assortment of bathing accoutrements for them to use. The vampire plucked up a soft sponge from the selection and reached up to caress the boy’s cheek with the back of his hand in thanks. “Mmm, it is an ancient language. Much older than even you or I. It was taught to me by my Sire.” He cooed as he continued to pet his familiar’s hair. Utaa leaned into the attention with what almost seemed to be a gentle smile before the vampire flicked him playfully with some of the water from the bath. “It is the language of the dragons.” Iseulith chuckled, “Well, I suppose the correct term now would be that it ‘was’ the language of the dragons.” He smiled at Cersie as he sank into the water up to his chest, resting his arms lazily over the edges of the tub. “Now it is the language of snakes. As far as I know, anyway as I am likely the last to speak it fluently.”<br/><br/><br/>He seemed a bit puzzled by the next question from the inquisitive being accompanying him in the bath. Iseulith nudged him with a submerged foot. “You enjoyed that, did you? My moment of weakness. I seem to have a fair few more of them now. Your particular brand of magic is like a sword. It promises great things at the detriment of others. Consider it a mere adjustment.”<br/><br/><br/>The ancient moved in to press his hands against Cersie’s chest, pinning him against the far end of the tub with a fanged smile. He could see the alarm in the man’s eyes, could smell the tang of his rising fear and unease at the whole situation. “You are still concerned with my intentions even though I have shown you nothing but my kindness? My hospitality? Given you my blood? Not to mention the best high of your life several times over...” He outright laughed, and pressed his mouth to the other’s in a tender kiss before whispering against the elemental’s lips. “You wound my pride with your doubt.” another kiss. “I’ve only given you a little mark. Just a reminder of my gratitude for your sharing your gift with me.” He teased Cersie just below the water’s surface, his insatiable appetite for all things pleasurable rising once again within him. “I just love to see you squirm. Your ecstasy relieves the tension from all of my eons of loneliness. Is that not cause enough to celebrate?” He tilted his head with carefully crafted curiosity. “Have I asked you for anything that you have not been more than willing to give me?”<br/><br/><br/>In an instant Iseulith was back on his side of the tub, sponge in hand. He soaked it in the perfumed water and lifted it over his head to squeeze its contents over him. Soaked hair and skin glistening as beads of water trailed down his form. “I’ve already expressed very plainly to you that you are no captive here. Though my intentions at first may not have been so thoughtful, you have convinced me that you are better off left to your own devices. You may leave whenever it suits you.” He said this as he mocked sadness, or at least the closest thing he could remember it looking like; but another of his almost aristocratic smiles began to peek through. “Something tells me, however, that you do not actually wish to leave. That there is some curiosity in you as to what I am up to?” He smoothed the sponge over his arms and neck as he spoke. “Tell me... are you more afraid of what I might do to you? Or that you might actually like it?”<br/><br/><br/>Iseulith sank down into the water until everything but his eyes were submerged, inky hair blooming like tendrils around his shoulders and slowing filling the basin like fine silk curtains. His knees poked out of the water on either side of Cersie as the sponge left his hand and drifted as if on a guided current towards the man. One of those ruby eyes winked at the elemental just as the bottom of the tub vanished, plunging them both into the depths of the dark, suddenly consuming water.<br/><br/><br/>Iseulith sank without any concern, allowing gravity to pull him down a few feet before the nature buoyancy of his body released him from its grasp. He watched Cersie for a moment before he cast his eyes upwards. The water stretched around them in every direction, vast, empty, black. Above them, a faint light flickered against the sloshing movement of the water’s surface. Moonlight against the rolling waves of an eternal ocean. The vampire swam towards the elemental and took his hand, an encouraging smile on his breathless face. He pointed upward and began to swim to the surface.<br/><br/><br/>As they broke from the ocean’s embrace Iseulith let out a howl of delighted laughter, his hair sticking to his face as he bobbed with the current. The bathing chamber was gone, replaced by an endless expanse of sparkling obsidian water and a stretch of clear midnight sky, emblazoned with stars much brighter than any one could find on the light polluted shores of their modern society. A full moon shone just as brightly, as if filled with its very own pulsing glow. This, like so many other things in the ancient vampire’s existence was a fabrication. No matter how well crafted, Iseulith’s penchant for dramatics always outweighed the realistic aspects until it was something altogether overly embellished and therefore unbelievable. This was how he wanted to see the world, after all. “Perhaps some space will help put an end to some of your worries... I realize that my world can feel a bit cramped at times for someone of your nature. If you were to spend more time with me, I would see that you do not get overwhelmed within the confines of my home, wherever it may be.”<br/><br/><br/>He knew that Cersie did not like the illusions, especially when they were attempting to be something that they were in fact not. Iseulith just couldn’t help himself in tormenting the lad at times, however. The many faceted creature provided a wide array of emotions and feelings for him to play within and he found all of them to be equally enjoyable. This illusion, however, was crafted purposefully to feel unrealistic. The stars were far too bright, casting  galaxies and nebula like a paint spattered ceiling of vivid heavenly hues while the gently frothing waters around them remained pitch black except for the cresting waves which glimmered with moonlight and retained its bath-like warmth. The vampire was playing with reality like a child’s plaything. “Wasn’t there ever something that you wished to see but couldn’t due to the confines of reality? A warm snow of white lily petals? A sky full of sea life and an ocean of birds? Here I can make grass blue and the sky green if I wish it. We could craft together anything your mind desires and with no consequence whatsoever.”<br/><br/><br/>He grinned malevolently. “Mayhaps you have darker fantasies even... to build a storm that could truly cleanse the earth of all of its impurities. To become a god of destruction the likes of which you never could outside. Just imagine it... a storm that blankets the entire planet from end to end. Winds strong enough to crumble mountains and seas that quake and crush and freeze. You can do anything you like in here.”