With the ocean as vast as it was, and rivers and lakes scattered about the world, there were plentiful water elementals. Often mistaken for mythical creatures like mermaids and the like. Fire elementals, naturally, woke in wild fires in the summer and volcanoes. Wind and earth were the most fickle, because they carried such a precarious balance. Earth elementals were commonly found deep within the mountain caves, shifting the earth like stretching limbs. Cersie was truly the only living wind elemental. That or the others were too, literally, scattered upon the winds. Cersie had let himself form a physical state of existence, had let his curiosity of the human race bring him down onto the planes.<br/><br/>And into the arms of a predator. That childlike curiosity was surely to be his undoing, but he couldn't think beyond the gorgeous appearance that filled his field of vision. A gust of wind plowed through the alleyway, curious, as it tangled through them both. Yet Cersie didn't react. He couldn't. He was trapped, and he didn't even know it. Not yet anyway. Everything about the man was appealing. Cersie couldn't even notice his attire, couldn't stop looking at his eyes and face. That luscious, full mouth. Cersie's own features were sharp and striking, skin milky white with stark blue veins that seemed like an indication of his element, but really it wasn't. It was just how his body had manifested in life.<br/><br/>Cersie let his hand fall from the strand of hair and wrap around the man's hand, feeling the cold skin against his own. Since it was raining, it wasn't anything to be concerned about. "Or opium itself. Whatever you have, I'll pay for." Though he was finding himself more attracted to the man than the drug at the very moment. They looked like quite the pair, even though Cersie looked more like a peasant in the face of the other. Such details were overlooked by all. It wasn't an unusual sight for a rich man to buy the service of a poor, diseased man. Though that was the furthest from the truth for both of them. At the mention of the rain, he seemed to break away from the man's allure, drawn up to the rain that poured down from above. Yet, the haze hadn't lifted, and when he looked back down, he was being led away by him.<br/><br/>Next thing he knew they were inside a brothel. He was trying to make sense of what was happening. Yet, why would he complain when the promise of drugs were sure to come. Wait. "Hey, wait a minute. You haven't shown me the product," he objected quietly, staring at the woman who was passing him a key without question. Scowling, he still felt helpless to comply and let the stranger pull him into one of the brothel rooms. Something he was distantly familiar with. And instead of getting an answer, Cersie's startling pools of storming hues were revealed to the other. He didn't have much time to react before he was gazing into those gorgeous red eyes once more.<br/><br/>"Cersie," the name spilled out of his lips before he even had a chance to register. Something wasn't right about this. Iseulith. The name was like music to his ears, and caution went to the wind with his words. The spell cast. Trust. He could trust him. "Okay," he breathed, stepping in once more so their chests pressed against once another. Indeed Cersie's heartbeat was extremely erratic, nothing like a human's in any sense. But it beat. He looked down, seeing his own veins, but his gaze return to his, and they were kissing. Cersie's own eyes fluttered and he exhaled against his mouth. His own breath tasted like the rain itself, and his lips parted to let the man's tongue into his own mouth.<br/><br/>Cersie wasn't inexperienced, and he kissed with confidence. He wasn't, however, expecting what came next. His hands raised, gripping the man's elbows as the high washed over him instantly. It was mild, not as strong as milk of the poppy itself. But he shuddered. At it been exchanged through their mouths? His eyes lightened considerably as the effects of what he thought was the drug hit him, and he leaned in closer even when he pulled away. Then the second wave hit him, and he exhaled sharply. "Oh...hnnn," he breathed. "That's...That's good. Really good. I don't think I've ever had a hit this hard."<br/><br/>The wind elemental licked his own numb lips, having fully succumbed to the saliva and the gaze of the other. He nodded. "Sure," he said, words slightly slurred.