[P] rather a girl with a flower than a boy with a stick

[Reichenbach]

ON RAGLAN ROAD ON AN AUTUMN DAY I SAW HIM FIRST AND KNEW THAT HIS DARK HAIR WOULD WEAVE A SNARE THAT I MIGHT ONE DAY RUE He had made the trip to the temple many times before now, twice since he'd been Sovereign, but this time he brought no tribute - only seeking council from Calligo. The muscles underneath his mahogany skin worked fluidly as he stepped ever upward, a gleaming, heavyset figure in perpetual motion, moving like shadow over the rocky mountain path. Ever since returning from Terrastella he had been seeing amethyst flowers, flowers and caramel skin - and lavender. The scent had clung to his nostrils and stayed there, masking his own scent of woodsmoke and night jasmine, and he had dreamt, every time his argent eyes had closed, of long limbs and soft feathered wings. The mountain air was clearing his head, though he grasped at the memories with greedy, calloused hands, not quite ready to release them.  Reich was nearing the temple when he paused, his thick lashes brushing the razor line of his cheekbone as he stared at the delicate purple flower upon the ground. The wind was picking at it, sending it tumbling over the rocky ground, washing it up against his hard hooves like fate. He dropped his rough-hewn head, attuned to the soft jangle of his coins as his ebony curls slid along skin silently - he sniffed the flower, and though it was not lavender itself, the scent clung to it's petals. The Night King considered the delicate thing through star-spun eyes , picking it up and stepping toward the silent cathedral of shadow and stars where Calligo sometimes chose to roam.  There she was - breathless and fleeing, brushing past him in a flurry of soft feathers. Reichenbach almost threw out a hand to stop her, but she paused herself, looking upward at him through long lashes. The Night King's fierce heart stumbled.  "Never." Was his response, warm and rumbling, a sound to stroke the spine of the wildling before him. His own voice faded before he presented her flower, watching her closely within the embrace of Calligo's shadow. "You left quite a trail of breadcrumbs for me to follow" ON GRAFTON STREET IN NOVEMBER WE TRIPPED LIGHTLY ALONG THE LEDGE OF A DEEP RAVINE WHERE CAN BE SEEN THE WORTH OF PASSIONS PLEDGED @Florentine !! <3

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