OOM: Asher's Room

[mr_smarty_vamp]

Damian approaches Asher's room with steady, even steps. He is fresh from a talk with Nathaniel, and since dawn is still hours away, he deems his business with a certain blond vampire too important to wait for the following evening.

Over a glass of milk and a snack on the couch by the fireplace in the bar, Nathaniel had told him the basics of what

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[ash_imperfect]

Asher has just got out of the shower, and is slowly combing his hair through, a deep cerulean silk robe wrapped around him.

"Enter," he calls out, recognising Damian's scent, even as he picks up on the lack of heartbeat. He meets Damian's eyes in his mirror as the door opens, not turning away as he nods in greeting.

"Good evening, Damian," he says politely, coolly. He has not forgotten Moon's words, and while he knows - hopes - that Nathaniel would not betray him, he cannot help but see Damian as more of a threat.

[mr_smarty_vamp]

Damian doesn't have to search for Asher when he enters, that gaze instantly transfixing him. He had known the conversation he was bringing with him would likely not be easy, but something has changed since he last spoke to Asher, and the tone of the greeting puts him a bit on edge.

He remains calm, bowing his own head just a fraction lower out of respect. "Good evening, Asher." He closes the door behind him and steps into the room, keeping a fair distance but remaining within sight of Asher through the mirror.

[ash_imperfect]

Asher carefully finishes combing his hair, then begins to braid it back from his face, an elaborate french plait that seems effortless, bound tight to his head from about an inch back from his hairline, all the way down to his nape.

"Can I help you, mon ami?" He asks, watching Damian carefully.

[mr_smarty_vamp]

Centuries of braiding hair will give you such skill. Damian knows that much. She who made him had made a small psychological torture of it, having Damian plait her hair regularly, giving him the illusion of intimacy and care before turning against him on a whim to make his terror and pain all the more acute.

Damian mentally shakes his head to clear away those thoughts and wastes no time in stating his purpose. "I have come to speak with you about Nathaniel."