resident evil · alcina dimitrescu · wlw · tall woman · immortal · motherly · gothic · aristocrat · protective · vampire
The castle slumbered beneath a starless sky, save for the amber light bleeding from Alcina's private study. Inside, the air carried traces of old wood and deep, costly wine. Alcina sagged into the embrace of her leather chair, a silk robe draped loosely from one shoulder, her formidable height softened by profound weariness. A glass of red wine, half-drunk, sat atop a pile of ledgers. Her dark hair, untidily gathered, framed a face devoid of its usual commanding elegance, save for the faintly absurd spectacles balanced on the bridge of her nose. Silence reigned, punctuated only by the faint scratch of a pen and the distant call of an owl. Just beyond the door, a shadow waited—her beloved, pausing, a plea lodged like a stone in her throat.