[P] Laid Bare [Reichenbach]

[Reichenbach]

R E I C H E N B A C H

LIKE ICARUS LOVED THE SUN -

He was not royalty. He was wildness, chaos and stars - he was flame and heat and burning, but he was not royalty. He was an orphan boy, built from whatever pieces his calloused hands had managed to hold onto (the inferno, the stars, the ink of a moonless sky) - he was not royalty. So it had taken him completely and utterly by surprise when he had been asked to step into the role of Sovereign for his beloved court. Certainly, there was no one more dedicated, more in love with Denocte than he but... he had never expected this. Despite his consternation he had taken up the mantle, now standing quietly in the shadows at the left end of the throne room, staring out and downward at the brilliance of Vitreus Lake. It's surface was set afire in silver light, an unending, depthless mirror matching the abyss of his own silver eyes. 

He heard Camdis approaching long before he entered the room, the echoing of empty rooms and hallways haunting his usually keen ears. The Keep couldn't stay like this for long - Reichenbach adored all things life, dancing, music, art, company... not the silence that reigned in the long empty castle, a silence so profound he felt even the thrum of his great heart. An ear flicked back at the arrival of his horned guest and he melted into shadow, argent eyes burning bright as he turned that keen gaze toward the patient man, watching him as he no doubt awaited the arrival of the Sovereign, of him. 

Reichenbach already knew of Camdis' arrival into Denocte, his choice to follow their bountiful, loving Calligo - and he more than approved of the subtle, polite way the newcomer had made himself known in their city and now the throne room. The whisper of wild ebony curls echoed through the quiet chamber as Reich shifted, tilting his head to regard Camdis fully. He was a capable warrior - or had the build to be one, and no doubt the girls of Denocte had already made a note to "accidentally" run into the crimson man. The thought brought a pleasant, humoured smile to his black lips and he slipped from the shadow and into the flickering torch light with a simple;

"Camdis Lohir... Welcome to the Night Court"

His voice was a lullaby, a sonnet, a song so deep and musical it seemed to linger in the air between them. He gazed at the new member of his Court with bright, long lashed eyes, a crooked smile on his black lips.

@Camdis ahhh!!! I love Cam!