REICHENBACH ERWIN ROMMEL
He was intimately aware of her proximity, the closeness of that satin skin, the whisper of her silver hair. The air felt thicker, heavier, time moving sluggishly underneath Calligo's shadows. The temple air was unmoving, still, no sign or sound of the wild winds roaring around the Peak, no reason to believe the world outside of this moment existed. It felt as if something were about to happen - and at any other moment, The King of Shadows would have accepted Calligo's impatient prompting and kissed Aislinn, hard and fast and desperately. But he could not.
Instead he cast his silver gaze to her wing, shifting closer in a brush of shadows and smoke to brush his lips over the wound ever so lightly. It was a promise. To Calligo, to Aislinn. Her feathers were the softest he'd ever felt - and even with the inner turmoil twisting his stomach, he could still picture resting his great head upon them as slept under the stars with her. Aislinn would always calm him, soothe him when the world seemed to be one vast trap - she was loyal, and kind, and good.
As he withdrew, eyes flicking upward to meet hers, Reichenbach felt the air go brittle and taught. All he could smell was her summer salt scent, like an ocean-kissed night, vanilla and campfires and song. Stars above, she was beautiful.
"Aislinn..."
He began, uncertain in a way he had never been before. Calligo help him, was this the right time to be confessing things? He'd never questioned emotions before, never had a reason to deny anything his heart wanted - he was utterly and completely out of sorts. He'd never known himself to be a coward before.
"Aislinn I'd like for you to be our Champion of Battle"
Fool, fool and coward for not telling her. Truthfully, he had intended to ask her to be Denocte's champion, just not... now, like this.
ooc; @Aislinn ew horrible post I'm sorry!
