Iseulith grinned at Cersie from his partially submerged position in the water, taking in the subtle annoyance the elemental displayed at being so suddenly thrust into the newly fashioned space. He had explained earlier that this portion of his illusionary home was a bit more unstable and thus mutable in the changes that could be enacted on it quickly. It was easier to fashion absurdities here, where the wards did not attempt to snap everything into some semblance of normalcy. He watched quietly as the delicate creature took in his new surroundings, finding it pleasant at least in some aspect given how he ogled the strange sights.<br/><br/><br/>“Amusing? Yes, I suppose that would be the word. It is an uncertain amount of pride that I have in my craft. It has taken many lifetimes to perfect after all. I like to show it off on occasion, though I do not often find myself with guest who can truly appreciate their beauty.” The stunning creature decided to impart some information regarding his uncertainly of the ancient’s motives and for all it was worth, the vampire could not find fault in his conclusion. He found himself in a dire situation with a predator that fed on blood and life. Any sane individual could see the draw backs. Iseulith nodded solemnly as a warm and powerful breeze washed over him.<br/><br/><br/>Cersie’s wicked laugh rang like a bell in his ears. It reminded Iseulith that the being before him was cast from pure chaos and that his power, like the man himself, fell into the realm of the sinister just as easily. He appeared timid and bashful at times but the vampire knew better than to rest easy on those attributes. The elemental had his ancient blood coursing through those veins and with it, Iseulith’s penchant for malevolent destruction would follow. He spoke of balance and of the other powers of nature, of breaking the rules... and the consequences of such a deed.<br/><br/><br/>“I think that your great mother seeks to control you more than I.” He mused as Cersie drew closer in the water and even though the wind he summoned was warm, Iseulith could feel the icy breath of Death on his Sire’s bitemarks. It whispered to him as it twisted his fractured soul. “She would see your true might squandered for the sake of what? Mortals? She is too lenient with her creations. Vile and repugnant slugs they are now, so keen to live their measly and miserable lives breeding endlessly in their own squalor. They seek to own everything but treasure nothing. It was not so in my formative years, when she was revered as a Goddess. Yet she protects them still... I suppose it goes against her nature to do anything less.” His remarks were cold and devoid of regret but he snapped from the sullen temperament quickly as their bodies began to rise from the rolling waters.<br/><br/><br/>Iseulith laughed as air wrapped around their naked forms to cast them high into the heavens, or at least his mind’s impression of them. Higher and higher still they rose until the deep blue of the night dark ocean and the endless sky blurred and faded into a shapeless void around them, all bright stars above and oppressive darkness below. Cersie’s control over his realm surprised him, but the act was not so impossible to believe. It seemed to him that he had perhaps shared more than intended with the elemental if he found himself so capable of controlling the illusion. He felt the bond tighten at this realization and also the dark feeling that they were becoming perhaps too closely entwined. The blood seal was mingling their respective abilities in a way that he had not anticipated, though it was exhilarating to witness.<br/><br/><br/>“I spoil you because it is my wish to do so and for no other reason. You may never trust me, and that is probably for the best, but I would see you free to do whatever you pleased. However you pleased. Whenever you pleased. You would not waste away in some repulsive little shack making trinkets to pass the time when I can give you an endless sea of sand and the power to form a castle of glass if you so desired. I would see the world in your hands were it in my power to do so.” In fact, maybe it was.<br/><br/><br/>He pulled back to hold Cersie at arms length in order to gaze upon him better, cold ruby eyes betraying an honest sense of wonder and amazement for once. “You belong in the skies, Cersie. Made to look down on the lands of men and monsters and rejoice in your station.” How unaware this beautiful creature was of his shackles. Not the ones imposed on him by others, but by himself alone. Endless time and vast power were his to control and yet he resigned himself to isolation and denied himself of true release because of a duty he felt obligated to uphold for a world that gave him nothing but scraps and dregs.<br/><br/><br/>“Ours would be a wondrous and terrifying dance. A world of endless chaos frozen eternally in a moment. If such a thing were possible, would you embrace it?” He asked as he rested a cold hand against the man’s cheek. The ancient’s mind swam with images of domination. He had grown so weary of the world as it was, always hidden, always bored. With Cersie at his side perhaps they could free themselves of their cruel submission. The mortals, the witches, even his own kin would bow before them. They could become the Sun and Moon of this world.