i'd rather be spitting blood,
They arrived last.
The trio of stars and smoke entered the room with an easy grace, the shadows sliding over Reichenbach's skin in an intimate caress. Unlike some of the other souls that had been summoned, he had been a devoted believer in his Goddess, and seeing Tempus' shrine standing so solidly before them sent a warm flush through him. An easy smile hovered over his black lips as his gaze flicked over the strange collection before them —
Then settled curiously upon the statue at the head of the table. He wasted no time approaching the glowing stone, argent gaze keen upon the rough surface as if he could figure out what made it work. A summoning from Tempus himself... His gaze slid to Florentine and lingered, then Seraphina, and finally Somnus. All four Sovereigns in the same space. He could not help but to feel an amused grin pulling at the corners of his mouth — it seemed so absurd. The closing of the Gates had done nothing to dull the addictive vibrancy that emanated from him, and he flashed a sideways smile at Bexley as he stepped fluidly past to rejoin Aislinn and Isorath.
Again, his gaze swept the room as the candlelight shone on his midnight curls. His voice cut through the silence, an amused, musical baritone;
"Quite the party."
The trio of stars and smoke entered the room with an easy grace, the shadows sliding over Reichenbach's skin in an intimate caress. Unlike some of the other souls that had been summoned, he had been a devoted believer in his Goddess, and seeing Tempus' shrine standing so solidly before them sent a warm flush through him. An easy smile hovered over his black lips as his gaze flicked over the strange collection before them —
Then settled curiously upon the statue at the head of the table. He wasted no time approaching the glowing stone, argent gaze keen upon the rough surface as if he could figure out what made it work. A summoning from Tempus himself... His gaze slid to Florentine and lingered, then Seraphina, and finally Somnus. All four Sovereigns in the same space. He could not help but to feel an amused grin pulling at the corners of his mouth — it seemed so absurd. The closing of the Gates had done nothing to dull the addictive vibrancy that emanated from him, and he flashed a sideways smile at Bexley as he stepped fluidly past to rejoin Aislinn and Isorath.
Again, his gaze swept the room as the candlelight shone on his midnight curls. His voice cut through the silence, an amused, musical baritone;
"Quite the party."
