[P] once upon a december —

[Reichenbach]

dancing bears, painted wings, things i almost remember.. He'd been a fool to think she wouldn't come, to think that he wouldn't have sought her out if she hadn't. Being here, everything reminded him of her - the smell, like dew and petals, the violet flowers that seemed to be scattered everywhere... were they all hers? He glanced up, shadows writhing about his inky skin, starfire eyes flashing clearly as he saw her. She moved like water, fluid and graceful as The Night King monitored every roll of muscle under skin, trailing down her long legs and back again slowly, slowly, drinking her in as if he might never see her again.  His name on her lips is a blessing and a curse, setting him free but chaining him to her harder, tighter. What are you doing here? He doesn't want to be foolish enough to listen for hope in those words, for a plea to take her, but he does all the same. She had turned away from him, shielding her heart from him, sign enough that they were still broken, still mismatched. Reichenbach wasn't entirely sure how to answer, lost in a world of caramel and violet, soft skin and tender lips - she was sweet honey to his bruises, a salve for the bloody knuckles and black eyes.  His words came out in an intimate murmur, musical and a little raw; "I came to speak with Rannveig about a potential alliance.. and adjoining our celebrations for the eclipse and the solstice." The Night King watched her as he spoke, drinking in the image of her, heart throbbing at the hurt he saw limning her dainty frame. Love had never been kind to him - and it didn't seem like that would be changing any time soon.  @Rannveig @Florentine