Raum arrives, the cold gleam of a silver knife in the gold of the library. Elegantly he pours forward, passing between the shafts of light that cascade through each window. He is far from the lure of the Night Court here, but never has he heard it cry so loud.
About the gathered Solterrans, books rise and spiral their way up to a vaulted ceiling that frames a skylight to the sun. With the lands laws ringing in his ears as they bellow from the mighty king’s lips, Raum surveyed the golden sun with interest. It is unrelenting, bold and furious as it blazes its heat upon his skin. It knows there is a traitor in its kingdom, it spotlights him with a heat and light so strong his skin will surely burn. He will be ash before he even leaves the library.
The meeting is a large and impressive gathering that shrinks the grand library down and yet it still shines, lavish and glorious. The Crow moves to stand at their heart, his blue eyes drinking in the many strange faces: a creature with two horns and lava red eyes, a man of liquid gold to answer Raum’s own liquid silver, a girl of golden daylight with an impish face, a creature of flowers, a girl of scars… on and on. His body, his soul fights for shadow, to cling to the edges of the room. To slink, so stalk, to spy. But to spy here, in the heart of Solterra, he had to stand open beneath the sun, relaxed, hot and unassuming.
He does, feigning casual interest as the king continues.
At the mention of prayer, his sea-blue eyes find the ebony girl, Inkheart. His eyes trail over the sun that gleams from her chest and pours liquid gold down her hind limb. A curious and beautiful creature she is. His head turns toward the sun, the raging sea of his blue eyes calming as his eyes close in reverence and prayer.
It is Caligo that fills his mind.
About the gathered Solterrans, books rise and spiral their way up to a vaulted ceiling that frames a skylight to the sun. With the lands laws ringing in his ears as they bellow from the mighty king’s lips, Raum surveyed the golden sun with interest. It is unrelenting, bold and furious as it blazes its heat upon his skin. It knows there is a traitor in its kingdom, it spotlights him with a heat and light so strong his skin will surely burn. He will be ash before he even leaves the library.
The meeting is a large and impressive gathering that shrinks the grand library down and yet it still shines, lavish and glorious. The Crow moves to stand at their heart, his blue eyes drinking in the many strange faces: a creature with two horns and lava red eyes, a man of liquid gold to answer Raum’s own liquid silver, a girl of golden daylight with an impish face, a creature of flowers, a girl of scars… on and on. His body, his soul fights for shadow, to cling to the edges of the room. To slink, so stalk, to spy. But to spy here, in the heart of Solterra, he had to stand open beneath the sun, relaxed, hot and unassuming.
He does, feigning casual interest as the king continues.
At the mention of prayer, his sea-blue eyes find the ebony girl, Inkheart. His eyes trail over the sun that gleams from her chest and pours liquid gold down her hind limb. A curious and beautiful creature she is. His head turns toward the sun, the raging sea of his blue eyes calming as his eyes close in reverence and prayer.
It is Caligo that fills his mind.
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You're one microscopic cog
in his catastrophic plan
in his catastrophic plan
