I S O R A T H It was a strange moment, the air around Isorath shifted with his anticipation and inner conflict. Reichenbach, his Crows and all of his beautiful, shadowed denizens revealed themselves on after another from the dimly lit pass. Glittering like Calligo's stars in their finery and trinkets. Seeing their King and them proved to almost be too much and not enough, as the realization sank into the marrow of his bones tenfold, and branded them with a searing pain. Yet, he did not let it show upon his ethereal, gold flecked features. He remained a crafted piece of art, illuminated by candlelight and the twilight above as he waited for the King of Crows to come forward. Silver chains held tight his exhilaration, fine tendrils of composure and pride holding him to a standard beyond expectation. He dared not admit the brief absence from Denocte, and those that he'd come to call friends, had wounded him like a dagger might do. One that had hidden behind star embroidered curtains and pierced him as he chased the pastel hues of Dusk. Raglan, Araxes, Cynix and Camdis to name a few, and then of course, Reichenbach. But Reichenbach was not his to flutter after. What remained of him to burn in a bed of it's own ashes, knew Reichenbach was not his to burn for, but his heart and his tattered banners, dared to want. Just a taste, it had said to him in a breathless whisper. Just a small taste of what he knew he could feel before. To feel what it was like to want, even if it was unrequited. He would be content. But he was fire. Starfire and Moonfire. He was the sun and the cosmos' passion wrapped in porcelain and crowned in gold. He was a Prince, he was a King. It could not settle for second best, and worse yet, it could not stagnate in it's own destruction. Only when he noticed the King's attention had shifted, did the veil waver, a momentary slip. Grief lined the corner of his eyes, for the first time in a long time, Isorath felt the first prickling sensation of guilt. He was an unapologetic creature, his actions were his own and his to own. It's gone in a flash, a flicker of feathery white lashes and the mischief easily slotted over his face like an artfully crafted mask. You should always turn up late for a party, don't you think. "Of course." Isorath replied, a ghost of his sing song laugh whispered on the edges of his words. "But you should never keep company waiting, no? Especially when they go to the trouble to making sure they are worthy of escorting a King." The Regent added with a flourish of a teasing smile, more of a smirk if he'd been honest. Winter was a fickle season, with it's elements of cold. The landscape became so beautiful, and yet so bleak as life eeked out it's existence longing for spring, and equines bathed in the warmth of wood fires and company. Still, Reichenbach looked as he always did. Wild and powerful, Calligo's shadows clung close. Even if the scent of jasmine and wood smoke was a distant memory under Lady Winter's harsh breath. You look resplendent.. The compliment is an arrow, and Isorath's lashes fluttered at the impact. The music provided the perfect cover as the King and the Regent stood close, as the Kirin's body shifted in a sinuous slink, all curves and long legs. An artful recovery which grasped at the mischievous smile that replaced the sincerity which had wounded him so openly moments before. "Has the King of Thieves come to steal me away this night, with such wonderful compliments? It has been such a long time since I've had someone try." This is easier, the casual mischief of flirtatious arrows, rather than golden ones aimed to strike deep. He turned then, as easily as silk in the breeze, an invitation for the King to walk with him. His gilded halo hovered behind his head, and the candles flickered in the winter breeze. "What do our Southern neighbors desire? That's a better question, isn't it? Here beneath the lanterns and shadows you love so much, the music and the dancing with the stars as your witness. What is it that Denocte wants from their Western Neighbors this night?" TAG: @Reichenbach it's fine! I hope my reply is okay ;o; "isorath talks" |
