it's dark, there's no need for lights
when the fire in his eyes burns so bright
It was pleasant to be outside the borders of Denocte, and easy enough to pretend that those he passed did not know who he was. He could ignore the looks and the whispers easily enough, though the shadows that coiled and danced around him drew closer to his body, hiding in the nook of his elbow or the shadow of his jaw. Still, when he reached the vastness unendingness of Eluetheria Plain, there was barely a soul in sight — and such loneliness made his heart beat strong and true, energised.
Reichenbach strode forward, finding pleasure in the smallest of things: the brush of grass against his strong legs, the sweet way the breeze tucked his ebony curls away from his handsome face... the space that went on and on and on. A glint caught his keen eye, and Reichenbach turned swiftly toward the spark of light, his argent gaze settling on a nearby figure.
Perhaps he wasn't completely alone..
.. and the longer he looked, the more familiar the figure under the tree became.
A great grin cracked The Night King's black lips, his booming laugh easily reaching Toulouse across the Plain.
Toulouse.
They had been friends, perhaps more than friends, briefly whilst he had been travelling the world — worlds, as it turned out. Certainly many ex-Helovians had found their way to Novus, whether through the Rift or some other means... but Reich had never expected the old sleuth to fall through.
He made his way toward the pristine man, his coins jingling as the baritone of his voice carried on the breeze:
"Toulouse! Of all the men I never thought to see again."
@Toulouse !
Reichenbach strode forward, finding pleasure in the smallest of things: the brush of grass against his strong legs, the sweet way the breeze tucked his ebony curls away from his handsome face... the space that went on and on and on. A glint caught his keen eye, and Reichenbach turned swiftly toward the spark of light, his argent gaze settling on a nearby figure.
Perhaps he wasn't completely alone..
.. and the longer he looked, the more familiar the figure under the tree became.
A great grin cracked The Night King's black lips, his booming laugh easily reaching Toulouse across the Plain.
Toulouse.
They had been friends, perhaps more than friends, briefly whilst he had been travelling the world — worlds, as it turned out. Certainly many ex-Helovians had found their way to Novus, whether through the Rift or some other means... but Reich had never expected the old sleuth to fall through.
He made his way toward the pristine man, his coins jingling as the baritone of his voice carried on the breeze:
"Toulouse! Of all the men I never thought to see again."
@Toulouse !
