[AW] a sword to pierce the sun

[Reichenbach]

ON RAGLAN ROAD ON AN AUTUMN DAY I SAW HIM FIRST AND KNEW THAT HIS DARK HAIR WOULD WEAVE A SNARE THAT I MIGHT ONE DAY RUE Reich gazed perplexedly at the baby blue petals scattered before him, leaning down to smell them silently as his mind shuffled through his vast knowledge of the plants and flowers of Novus. He was returning from his visit to Terrastella and had only just seen the slip of blue upon the moss. They certainly didn't belong to any Denoctian plant - and though he would have to check with Araxes, he felt sure they did not belong to any of the other Courts, either. There was also that infuriatingly familiar scent lingering in the warm summer air, something that responded to the hot blood coursing through his veins, something that brought back memories of desert sand and forgotten kingdoms. Reichenbach raised his handsome head, argent eyes sliding forward to the entrance into Denocte and The Night Court before bouncing into a swift trot, certain that the answer to this mystery could be found within the reach of his own Kingdom. The faster and further he travelled, the stronger that scent became. The closer he drew, the more he thought he knew what it was, or at least what it reminded him of. Soon enough: there she was. A few hundred yards ahead still, a mere slip of a girl made to look smaller with the distance - a girl with silver hair. The Night King paused in his pursuit, staring silently at the silver braids as he made himself count the differences between her and Sparrow - lighter skin, darker points, a little more refined and slender than his first love had been. The muscles in his back rippled as he shook the memory out of his wild hair, cantering almost silently after the weary girl, keeping hidden amongst shadows and trees as best he could.  Finally he drew alongside her, keeping pace amongst the thick brush, a quiet shadow. Stars above, she was beautiful. His eyes did a quick assessment, subtly checking her for injuries - of which she had multiple, though nothing that a hot bath and some care from one of the healers couldn't fix.  He cleared his throat.  It was a warm sound, distinctly unthreatening despite the surprise she would find at having company. Now that he was closer there was something even more familiar about her, it infuriated him, all the while only serving to make him more intrigued.  "Sorry to startle you - " He began, that jovial voice lingering with no small amount of concern. "Are you alright?" ON GRAFTON STREET IN NOVEMBER WE TRIPPED LIGHTLY ALONG THE LEDGE OF A DEEP RAVINE WHERE CAN BE SEEN THE WORTH OF PASSIONS PLEDGED @Margot !! omg!! Reich's lil niece <3

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