hanged, but did not die,
Reichenbach smiled amiably as Po slipped past him to inspect the painting, his argent eyes flicking between the two young Delumine souls in curious amusement. There was an undercurrent of tension in the room — and it did not come from him.
“How many more of these do you have?”
"Of Ixion's? Only three. The others..."
The Night King's eyes turned thoughtful,
"This Keep has many hidden treasures within it's walls, even I don't truly know the extent of them."
Again, his gaze flitted between his two companions, settling on Messalina in pleased appreciation as she doted on Ixion's work. Melancholy — perhaps. Ixion's story was one too similar to his own for comfort, a life lived too fully and with too much feeling. To think that his life had ended so tragically was less than reassuring. Life is short yet the road is long.
Reichenbach eyed the painting a moment longer before excusing himself;
"Unfortunately duty calls,"
His keen gaze took in the two young Deluminian's, a knowing smile playing about his black lips. Making to leave, he paused in the doorway, shadows rippling as he turned to address Ipomoea casually;
"Oh, Po? The wildflowers around Vitreus Lake are blooming beautifully this year, perhaps you might like to show lovely Messalina before she departs.."
Those argent eyes turned to the dainty girl for a moment longer before Reichenbach dipped his head in farewell, rumbling;
"A pleasure to meet you Messalina — May our paths cross again soon."
With that, The Night King slipped out the door, leaving his shadows to slink out behind him — and Ipomoea to ask that pretty girl on a date.
@Ipomoea @Messalina Reich leaving the lovebirds to it <3 <3
“How many more of these do you have?”
"Of Ixion's? Only three. The others..."
The Night King's eyes turned thoughtful,
"This Keep has many hidden treasures within it's walls, even I don't truly know the extent of them."
Again, his gaze flitted between his two companions, settling on Messalina in pleased appreciation as she doted on Ixion's work. Melancholy — perhaps. Ixion's story was one too similar to his own for comfort, a life lived too fully and with too much feeling. To think that his life had ended so tragically was less than reassuring. Life is short yet the road is long.
Reichenbach eyed the painting a moment longer before excusing himself;
"Unfortunately duty calls,"
His keen gaze took in the two young Deluminian's, a knowing smile playing about his black lips. Making to leave, he paused in the doorway, shadows rippling as he turned to address Ipomoea casually;
"Oh, Po? The wildflowers around Vitreus Lake are blooming beautifully this year, perhaps you might like to show lovely Messalina before she departs.."
Those argent eyes turned to the dainty girl for a moment longer before Reichenbach dipped his head in farewell, rumbling;
"A pleasure to meet you Messalina — May our paths cross again soon."
With that, The Night King slipped out the door, leaving his shadows to slink out behind him — and Ipomoea to ask that pretty girl on a date.
while he was being buried,
he arose and asked for a drink.
@Ipomoea @Messalina Reich leaving the lovebirds to it <3 <3
