Luvena
She had never met a stranger man. Usually, she could read people well, a skill every royal must learn, lest they fall prey to an ill-intentioned citizen. She had learned it far too late, her own shortcomings in the field bringing upon her a myriad of losses. But, she had learned it. She had known from the moment she met the dragon queen, the wolf queen, that they were not women to trifle with, and she had been right. She had known from the moment she met Cavalier that she would love her deeply, and that the blind woman had the power to crush her heart. She had been right then too.
But this man... there was no reading to gather. No flicker of emotion behind his golden eyes. They reflected the world around them, but they added no depth of their own. He was a storm of mixed messages. He was guarded, rigid, and yet it seemed there was nothing to guard. He looked empty, a cup, waiting to be filled. With what? Blood, or water? She could not tell. Perhaps the Ichor of gods themselves.
The last man who had confused her so had done it differently. It had taken her months, to crack the shell he held around himself. Oberon had been a well-guarded man, unflinching when Io left him. Just as unflinching when they stood together, King and Queen, Lord and Lady, bonded only through circumstance. But he had had something to guard. His cup was full, she just couldn't see into it. Couldn't crack the layer of ice that veiled its contents. Not until just before the end. Before the Wolf queen had driven them away, with a bitter tongue and cold eyes.
She couldn't imagine being so empty. She had seen so many things, felt so many losses, and at times she longed for nothing more than for emptiness to consume her. But she had never known such nicety. She was full. Full of grief, and desire, and fear. So much fear. She had harbored it for years, and let it fester, without the ability to push it out. But now was not the time to show it. So she did not let it dance in her eyes.
'Is there something here you cannot find?" they sparked a memory within her. how she could have forgotten she had no idea. she had come to the night court after something. a faint scent on the wind... one she hadn't caught in a long time. One she was now sure she had imagined. "Something I cannot find anywhere" Luvena replied, her heart pounding, still unsure of what this man intended. "I have no place lingering here... I'm sure night court doesn't appreciate strangers wandering their walls. What of you, is there something you found here?"
@Erasmus
idek what shes asking, but she's asking it I guess.
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