[AW] just don't ask

[Reichenbach]

"Rostislav" His voice rumbled through the winter-gripped courtyard like thunder, neither welcoming nor damning but hovering somewhere in between. It was not a pleasant place to be. His muscular body followed soon after, silver eyes narrowed as he took in the remnants of his Warden, slopped against the wall like a sack of liquor. Gods, he stank like he'd taken a dive into all the liquors Denocte had to offer — and looked about as ready to be a Warden to their Court as Reichenbach had been to come face to face with Florentine only nights before.  His gaze flicked to Isorath first, a pleased gleam in his silver eyes as he allowed them to linger for a few more moments than necessary, then to Acton. As if a switch had flicked, he grinned, laughed, and made to help the drunkard up. "Stars above Rosti, you're lucky you can fight as well as you can drink." Once his staggering drunk of a friend had managed to stand straight on his own, Reichenbach released him and leaned into Isorath's pale side comfortably, argent gaze intense and keen upon the Warden. A casual grin gripped his black lips as his heat began to permeate the space between them, though he looked to Acton as he remembered the crunch of Lysander's elegant face underneath that first blow.  "Food first, then you can learn what has happened in your absence." The King Crow paused for a moment, frowning ever so slightly as he said; "I'm afraid it might be difficult for you to see Weir for a while." @Rostislav @Isorath @Acton ew post but wanted to welcome Rost back!

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