R E I C H E N B A C H
“Dawn, Day, Dusk and Night.”
The Night King's eyes did not stray from the statue as Tempus' voice echoed around them, focused entirely on what their worlds creator had to say. His silver gaze narrowed at the condescension in those words, then flicked casually to each Sovereign within the room — Seraphina, Somnus and the flower girl turned Queen. He lingered thoughtfully on her honey gold skin before returning his keen eyes silently to Tempus. A brow quirked at the mention of change, a faint smile touching the corners of his lips — he could handle change... Denocte could handle change. It was one of the reasons he loved his home and his people so dearly.
The Night Regime listened carefully to each word spoken in the chamber, until finally their own Stormsinger stepped forth and spoke her part. Reichenbach dipped his chiseled head in agreement, his skin warm with Isorath's touch. He could not help but to think that peace was a fragile thing, though... and very breakable. Reichenbach could not help but to lift his long lashed eyes upward in a momentary silent camaraderie with Caligo, his fierce hearted Goddess.
Then came a long silence as those gathered awaited Tempus' response. His eyes slipped back to the glowing stone of the Father God. Silence stretched on and on until — the voices were faint at first but grew stronger as if with emotion. The Night King glanced upward once again, this time hearing the cool caress of Caligo's voice with a shiver of satisfaction. She's here.
"STOP!"
The King of Thieves watched their exit disappear under rubble and frowned, glancing carefully at Aislinn — a storm could not be caged within a mountain. Reichenbach watched Seraphina address the vanished God, then pick her way over to the rubble, and remained where he was. As the others made their way toward the caved in entrance, he shifted to face his Regime, asking in a lullaby-murmur:
"Ramuh... Gilgamesh.. See if you can call them. They may be able to help clear the entrance."
He glanced toward the gathered Courts, then grinned as he turned to his family — "Let them never say Night Court doesn't do their part."
With those jovial words, he made his way over to stand surreptitiously next to Orion, pushing with one broad shoulder even as his telekinesis pressed and prodded for weakness within the rubble.
The Night King's eyes did not stray from the statue as Tempus' voice echoed around them, focused entirely on what their worlds creator had to say. His silver gaze narrowed at the condescension in those words, then flicked casually to each Sovereign within the room — Seraphina, Somnus and the flower girl turned Queen. He lingered thoughtfully on her honey gold skin before returning his keen eyes silently to Tempus. A brow quirked at the mention of change, a faint smile touching the corners of his lips — he could handle change... Denocte could handle change. It was one of the reasons he loved his home and his people so dearly.
The Night Regime listened carefully to each word spoken in the chamber, until finally their own Stormsinger stepped forth and spoke her part. Reichenbach dipped his chiseled head in agreement, his skin warm with Isorath's touch. He could not help but to think that peace was a fragile thing, though... and very breakable. Reichenbach could not help but to lift his long lashed eyes upward in a momentary silent camaraderie with Caligo, his fierce hearted Goddess.
Then came a long silence as those gathered awaited Tempus' response. His eyes slipped back to the glowing stone of the Father God. Silence stretched on and on until — the voices were faint at first but grew stronger as if with emotion. The Night King glanced upward once again, this time hearing the cool caress of Caligo's voice with a shiver of satisfaction. She's here.
"STOP!"
The King of Thieves watched their exit disappear under rubble and frowned, glancing carefully at Aislinn — a storm could not be caged within a mountain. Reichenbach watched Seraphina address the vanished God, then pick her way over to the rubble, and remained where he was. As the others made their way toward the caved in entrance, he shifted to face his Regime, asking in a lullaby-murmur:
"Ramuh... Gilgamesh.. See if you can call them. They may be able to help clear the entrance."
He glanced toward the gathered Courts, then grinned as he turned to his family — "Let them never say Night Court doesn't do their part."
With those jovial words, he made his way over to stand surreptitiously next to Orion, pushing with one broad shoulder even as his telekinesis pressed and prodded for weakness within the rubble.
