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
The sky was beautiful tonight - a clear and vast expanse of millions of stars. They burned brighter here than anywhere else in Novus, partly Calligo's doing, perhaps. Reichenbach often watched them from a nook of shadows, calm and quiet on the Prairie while those in the city partied and sang, curling themselves around fire and wine (and in some cases, each other). There was a lot on his mind - a lot that could have potentially been fixed by joining the festivities, but he could not bring himself to grin with his usual wild abandon, nor drink and flirt.
Love had never been kind to the King of Thieves, it had always gripped him too hard, made him depend on it and then... well, he was alone.
He could see Noxia underneath the starlight, saw the gleam of silver upon her slim body and watched her soft lips move as she counted. She was calming to watch, another soul cast into confusion, dainty and sure in the heady summer night. Reichenbach could recall the evening he first met her, on the wildest of nights, two figures made small by the mountain they had stood upon - they'd sheltered together, even shared moments that had been... intimate. Yet nothing had come of it. He had not kissed her or lay a rough hand upon her soft skin, despite how beautiful she looked cast in the orange glow of firelight.
"Noxia"
He called, a low and melodic declaration that he was there, quiet but loud enough that she would hear him. After a moment he began to walk toward her, a slow and fluid walk bringing him closer, closer.
ON GRAFTON STREET IN NOVEMBER
WE TRIPPED LIGHTLY ALONG THE LEDGE
OF A DEEP RAVINE WHERE CAN BE SEEN
THE WORTH OF PASSIONS PLEDGED
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