Moonlight dances and curls across her skin, where the stormsinger lays bathing in silver splendor. Slumber ails her as dreamlands murmur their sweet, flirtatious nothings in her ear. The gauze of stars that cling to her is too akin to the sandman’s dust she longs for as she circles her tower room in search of sleep. Cloaked with the heady incense of lavender and chamomile, the stormsinger just barely collapses onto her mess of pillows when a trio of knocks finds her door. Aislinn? I have some news. She should not have been surprised when she heard the raps on her bedroom door. Much like she should not have been surprised to see her dark king waiting on the other side. The familiar baritone was unmistakable. However, as she pried the heavy doors open, Aislinn couldn’t help but be reminded of a completely different night. Now, the tables had been turned. The Regent stands before him with her shock only flickering in the flames of her blue eyes. Her ears cock sideways with curiosity as she searches his face. The hour was late; enough to where the thrums of Veteris began to fade into a sweet lullaby, instead of the pounding of drums and pipes to dance with. Yet, she was reminded then how utterly alike they were — night owls who barely slept, who would find more comfort in Calligo’s shadows and stars than the blisters of daylight. Seeing him here before her in the dead of night was not the surprise that had questions whirling across her mind. But why. She could only pluck a single question from the swirling storm at a time, her voice wary as she met his silver eyes. Trying to find answers hidden there within those twin moons. "What’s happened?" @reichenbach @ "Aislinn speech." |
