Private Playing your Games - Printable Version

To hold my tongue except when I try to pray...

Marble streets, and smoke-stained trellises that crept towards the heavens. The domain of Caligo. The stars twinkled on this clear, cold night of winter. The moon shone brightly across all of Novus. She spilled her moonbeams like precious gems upon the cold stone floors. Reinhart watched the moon with moderate fascination while the dull roar of his family's ball hummed in the background. The idle banter never held the interest of the noble son, and still, he played the part of the doting aristocrat most nights. Reinhart's desire to tarnish his father's reputation amongst his peers was aimed at bigger things, balls were small. The crowds they gathered were large, they were not large enough for the ostentatious son.

Reinhart withdrew himself from the crisp night air of the balcony and descended the nearby stairs that would spill him out into the streets of Denocte. It is where he would truly disappear into what was known as Caligo's domain. Reinhart never cared much for the gods, though to say anything of the sort would surely have him cast out of House Vogelstein. The thought of being disowned brought a smile to his face, what disgrace that would bring to his father. Reinhart would always be a thorn in that man's side. He was no father, he was a tyrant. He didn't have a clue as to how Rheingold put up with their father. She was the good daughter, the child he would never live up to.

The man crafted from ash and soot spilled out into the streets of Denocte. The crisp air was eager to rush and nip at his unprotected flesh. He would grow used to the temperature, and the emptiness of sound quickly. These streets were his true home. Out here he was known as Ezra, a common street urchin with a penchant for all things valuable.

Reinhart was unaware of the soothing waves rolling from his finely chiseled frame. Molten eyes contrasted the cool blue light of the moon. Tattered strips of snow decorated the stone beneath her moonbeams, even the snow looked blue. Reinhart, no Ezra drew a large breath and burst out into the alleys. He passed his fellow thieves and street urchins with a smile. A thief in the night has never sounded so accurate. Reinhart is quick on his feet as he races through the emptying market streets. He is unconcerned by his suspicious behavior, because there is no one watching, or so he thinks.

Notes: First post for Moira <3 | Words: 413 | Tags: @~~Moira~~

... try to breathe words out, But I’ve got nothing to say