[AW] a sword to pierce the sun

[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 couldn't help it: he smiled. The smile swelled with warmth and gladness, amusement subtly colouring his silver eyes as he said:  "I can honestly say I am not one of your sires brutes - and if you don't want to return from whence you came... well, you're welcome to stay here, in Denocte." The offer was genuine, as was the pleased (if a little curious) smile upon his handsome face. She still niggled at him, the smell of her, the way she moved, her eyes... it was so familiar and yet he knew without a doubt that he had never seen her before. Reichenbach took a moment to look her over, each avian bone startlingly memorable, her hair soft and silken like so many before her, her eyes... he knew those eyes. They weren't cold and calculating or filled with passion as he'd seen them before - different expressions in different eyes - but the same.  So he began to suspect. "I'm Reichenbach - the Sovereign of these lands, and The Night Court, which lays to the South" The Night King gestured southwards with his great head, setting the gypsy coins entangled in his hair free and tinkling. Little was he to know that Margot would have similar, if not the same, coins entangled in her own silken hair. ON GRAFTON STREET IN NOVEMBER WE TRIPPED LIGHTLY ALONG THE LEDGE OF A DEEP RAVINE WHERE CAN BE SEEN THE WORTH OF PASSIONS PLEDGED @Margot !!

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