KING OF THIEVES
Reichenbach hadn't intended to stumble onto the intimate moment between Weir and his dear friend Rostislav... but he was glad he had. Albeit a little hesitant to reveal himself now that they had slid into the lake - he'd look like a creep. But when he'd arrived, all sighs and heartbreak, Reichenbach hadn't been able to look away from the beautiful scene before him. It almost hurt to see the ease with which they brushed against one another, the tenderness in each movement so clear and obvious that The Night King found himself smiling despite himself. There was nobody more deserving of love than Rostislav. He was a genuine soul, rough around the edges but as clear and honest as starlight. Reich couldn't have asked for a better friend, or a better warden. As for Weir... while Reichenbach had met the sweet-hearted mare only twice, a blessing for the two was already upon his grinning lips.
As Rostislav entered the lake, Reichenbach made to turn away, back to Denocte and yet... his grin turned wicked. With a great whoop, Reichenbach stormed out of the trees and into the lake, a mess of muscle and wild ebony curls. Water erupted around his body as he leapt, spraying Rostislav and Damaris with a wall of chilly lake water. By the time the Night King had come to halt he was drenched, curls soddenly sticking to his cheek and neck, his silver eyes bright with mirth and vitality.
He grinned, amused and cheeky as he dipped his head at Weir, knowing eyes gleaming.
"Weir. I trust the journey from Terrastella did not take too long?"
@Rostislav @Weir he's late but he's here! Crashing the party haha
