Iseulith took a sweeping look around his den at Cersie’s comment about the lack of windows as if he had just noticed, “No, I suppose it doesn’t. I didn’t feel that they were necessary.” They took the staircase to the upper quarters of the house and down a long winding narrow hall that stretched much further than the outer house was long. He smiled softly to the man, turning his head so that his face might be seen but not making eye contact. Obviously Cersie was mistrustful of him, as he should be if he were smart. “You guess correctly my sweet. We are not currently in the world you know, but next to it. Think of it like being on the other side of a mirror. It could account for a great deal of your misguided feelings towards me.” Iseulith’s long and loose silken pants swished softly as they meandered down the hall, his bare feet making little to no sound as they padded down the carpeted hall passing all manner of tabled treasures and hanging wall art depicting various scenes of the past, events the vampire had painted over the course of his long long afterlife. He raised a hand to stop the lad mid-apology, “There is no reason to feel sorry. I truly do not wish you to feel like you are trapped here. You must know that you are of great value to me, but I trust that before you leave here, you will see why it would be better for you to stay. I can bestow upon you a life of both freedom and ease if you are only willing to accept it.”<br/><br/><br/><br/>They approached a door and Iseulith pushed on it gently, sliding it open wide to reveal a stone floored room with a single white porcelain claw foot tub full of steaming fragrant water. The walls were made of dark cherrywood and several tables sat full of various bathing accoutrements, everything one could need for a fine bath. “I prefer my baths to be a bit more extravagant, but I suppose this will due for the time being.” He mused as he allowed Cersie to enter the room first and followed shortly behind him letting the door close. He watched as Cersie judged his familiar and let out a low breathy chuckle, “Generally they are allowed to feed upon my leftovers… gruesome, but if we are being honest with each other (which he was and also wasn’t in the same breath) they are harmless unless otherwise commanded.” The actual truth of the matter was that his familiar’s shared the same flippant nature as their master and though he could keep them well in line he often spoiled and coddled them. It had made them rebellious over the centuries and he hadn’t bothered to reprimanded them too harshly for it. They took after him in too many ways to be fully controlled. He loved them regardless and they were devoted to him in every respect.<br/><br/><br/><br/>As Cersie climbed into the bath he gave the more docile of his familiars his tentative gratitude. Utaa looked over to Iseulith and the vampire gave him a pointed gaze forcing the boy to back away. He watched with brilliant eyes as the elemental sank partially below the surface to get comfortable, washing himself. The man hadn’t asked him to leave and so he would stand there and watch silently until spoken to again. “You have shown some resilience to my glamour, oddly enough. I suppose it is your magic that defies me and I do not deal in chance very often. It would serve me no great confidence to place you under a spell that you would likely break but I understand if you wish not to look at me.”  The steam from the water was making the vampire’s hair stick uncomfortably to the back of his neck, he thought it was such a strange thing still to feel so much with the power of true life inside of him. He did not know how he had ever survived as a human, though he supposed that one did not know any different until they have experienced the world as an undead creature of the night. He manifested a small hair tie and scooped up his long tresses into a long loose tail once again, his preferred hairstyle. “Yes our deal has concluded, there is no unspoken payment to be made between us if you are concerned of my asking something more of you.” he lied. “A promise is a promise however and I made one to you. You would not have me renege on my word would you? I am a proud man and though I do not demand recompense of you, I would still wish to fulfill my end of our bargain to completion. However would I convince you to come back to visit me otherwise?” His words were just as snake like as his familiars and indeed himself. ‘A silver tongue fits well in a pretty face.’ His maker’s words echoed in his head pulling him profoundly into the past, to his younger years. “Hmm…” he chuckled out bemusedly. To think of his progenitor at a time like this. Perhaps it was a sign.<br/><br/><br/><br/>“Cersie?” a careful tone entered his voice, “I would like to introduce you to my pets but I do not wish for you to be frightened.” He lifted a pale hand and snapped his fingers, hissing in that strange dark language, “confn’ekess ve.”<br/><br/><br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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</div><br/><br/>Utaa, who, had been standing up against the wall walked over to his master and allowed his illusion to shimmer and fall away like the steamy mist that filled the quiet room. The sconce enclosed candles flickered at the soft dispersal of the magic that hid the boy’s true form. As an eighteen foot long cobra, his body loomed as it filled the smallish bathing chamber. Cixathe, the darker of the two made his presences known quite invasively as he slithered around the base of the claw footed tub and lifted his giant hooded head to look directly into Cersie’s eyes. He stretched open his enormous maw to flash his fangs and deep gullet to the poor lad only to snap it shut and flick his tongue in a rude gesture before diving to Iseulith’s feet. The vampire sucked his teeth at his familiar’s poor manners but chuckled softly none the less. He did not encourage such behavior, but he did not punish the serpent for the harmless act either. The two massive snakes entwined with each other under the vampire, lifting him until he looked as though he was sitting on a living writhing throne of scale covered muscle. “Utaa...” He slid his hand gently under the grass green cobra’s chin leaning in to kiss between his eyes lovingly. “…Cixathe.” He hissed more than spoke in mild reprimand as he used his finger tips to lightly smack the top of the midnight blue cobra’s snout. He gestured to the wind elemental with a smile, “This is Cersie. He is our guest … and not the kind we eat.” He added the last part more so that the man could hear it spoken in the plain tongue, to assuage his worries, though perhaps it had served only to make them more prominent.<br/><br/><br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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