[P] We are just dust and bones

[Raum]

 

Acton always was the chaotic brother. All charm and smiles; a bachelor never to be tamed. Until now.
 
Silently the Ghost turns his eye upon the Magician’s paramour. He studies her gold and remembers how they buried it beneath stone. She would be better there, still beneath the rubble. Acton would be more focused then, less of a free radical.
 
Silent, like pouring mercury, Raum turns, leading the perilous yellow of his friend, but all the time watching the Solterran girl. He studies her as though she were any other of his victims. He looks for a weakness within her. A way to end the gold that so enchants his brother.
 
If his intent is obvious, Raum makes no move to change it, to spare his brother. Was that not what an assassin did? Did he not always look for the best way to divest himself of anyone and everyone.
 
He hears the huff, and moves, as if to keep from Acton’s teeth. Through smiling lips the Magician reminds Raum of his own Solterran girl. “Glutton.” He murmurs back to Acton, blue eyes setting, electric bright, upon Acton. They are the sparks, bright and dangerous – electricity and fire. Together they are lethal, together they can bring the world crashing to their knees – if their desire was so, of course.
 
“You have had your try.” Raum says, with eyes that drop to gun-powder knees, once broken and forever scarred. “And now?” Corvid, his skull tilts as he regards his brother with scrutinizing eyes that leave no part of him uncovered.
 
The Ghost thinks of his tightening scarf, wrapped about Rhoswen’s throat. Solterran girls were dangerous things, forever and always. Something akin to a shudder slips down his spine. It is cold and dank, close to a death rattle. It resents Raum’s actions and condemns his thoughts. Oh life would be easy without his sun-hewn girl, but he would never be rid of her, no matter his threats to the contrary. No matter how hard he tried to break her and she, him.
 
Him. Reichenbach. He knows of whom Acton speaks. “No, but I hear he is gone, with the other Crows.” Acton takes a breath and it is so full of divinity here, upon Verenor’s blessed peak. “We are the only Crows and the gods are back, they say. I plan to honour Caligo in the only way I know how: with beaks and claws and feathers. Will you still turn from Night, brother?”

@Acton Just Raum, casually working out how to kill off Bexley, for good - should he need to xDD