I S O R A T H Excellent. Lilac eyes watched beneath a fan of white lashes, observed the grin with a note of fondness upon the sharpness of his face. Amusement flickered within, dancing like a flame on midnight wind as he exhaled a laugh dressed in a sigh. Lighter than a feather, and freer than any bird who had ever graced the sky. A part of him wanted to go to him, rather than wait until later, where they could shed their crowns and their gold in the safety of the four walls they called their chambers. Strange it is, to be suddenly filled with adoration and love, in the absence of it, that which had bloomed again is a greedy thing — it basked in each stolen glance, and each lingering gaze, even the subtle notes within words shared in public. But, it is just was eager to return it, perhaps too much, to prove that this is oh so very real. That he is capable of love. So, he forced himself to stay put, at least for the moment. There are others gathered who drew his attention easily enough, when his mind focused once more. His draconian gazes passed them all over again. Araxes earned a gentle smile, the sharpness of him lost for just a moment. The Kirin is grateful that she is allowed to keep her position as the Sage Champion. She had been kind to him, after all, so eager to share the wisdom within the ancient library. They needed a gentle soul such as that, who made the sanctum a welcome place for all who wished to learn. Then his attention is brought to Rostislav, when he caught Reichenbach's gaze flicker to him. The Warden had yet to say anything, no congratulations, no comment on the words shared between them all. A note of curiosity painted it's way across his face, as his hooves finally felt they had idled too long. He moved, with all the grace befitting his royal blood toward his beloved. He took the side not offered to Aislinn, his scaled shoulder momentarily brushed against the King's own before his attention once again returned outward. Together all three of them must have looked a sight. Beauty, power and grace wrapped in storms, gold and shadows. Together they are a promise of greatness, the world around them moved, changed and adapted but together they were untouchable. A mountain against the wind, the tides against the crumbling rocks. TAG: @Reichenbach & everyone else! NOTES: "sunshine dasies butter mellow!" |
