void to stars [SOVEREIGN VOTING]

[Renwick]

renwick

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« Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
to keep a drowsy Emperor awake; »

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old eyes watch with thinly veiled interest, as others emerge from the shadows, inexplicably drawn by their lady of night. His attention shifts, with the same level of indolent intensity, to mask the wolf-like nature of his molten stare — to rest on Gareth. His smile is a genuine one, and he shifts on his haunches to rest a cloven hoof on it's northern most midas point. Then to Salome too. Faces he doesn't explicitly recognise, but they all  have that look about them. Quiet determination, a sense of community. They come together in moments that matter both, in love and in loss. Renwick loves them for it, too, they flow like tides and liquid shadows.

It's why he fights, why he falls & why he rises again.

"The law of inevitability favours everyone and no one, my lady." He supplies with a touch of good humour, off-set by the note of melancholy which stubbornly weaves through his words. "Rarely has one court gone without tragedy without another close behind, or falling in tandem." He greets and converses with Caligo as if she's an old friend, of divine making, for he imagines sometimes that Gods & Goddesses too must get bored of continued veneration. A break in the cycle, he feels, if he was divine inclined — would be a breath of fresh air.  "You look ravishing this evening." But he is, of course, a flirt at heart and he cannot resist. For she is a force of nature, beguiling and tenacious in her turns, wild as sea winds and his romantics heart and devotion mix one and the same.

His fellow competitve sovereigns receiving a nod of acknowledgement. Neck bowed deep, not quite as polished as his once-tutors would of liked, but that's Renwick to a fault. His approach to conventional is his own, rough around the edges but no less charming.

To Willoughby, he listens to Caligo's words and then her own. "Vagabonds and Denoctian's are not so removed as many would have you think." He winks. They're just stars that haven't quite fallen yet, he feels, into the open arms of their home. Wisps looking for the lantern in the gloam.

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