[AW] a lonely heart

[Lothaire]

Truly, Lothaire hadn't expected the girl to unearth him with those mercurial eyes, eyes he knew to dance and glimmer even from where he stood. But so she did, and he passed no judgement upon her approach; impassive and placid as ever. His heart was the cold clasp of a winter blizzard, a library collecting dust, an alien galaxy far from here. This girl was the shade of an oceansung midnight, Denocte's heat capering upon her effeminate silhouette and Lothaire tilted his head ever so slightly. He did not claim to know of every soul under Reichenbach's sovereignty yet, but certainly it was his intention, his business even - as emissary of the court. When the girl, smaller than he had expected, came to stand within his proximity, the towering stallion offered her nothing but a slow blink of his starless eyes.  "I suppose." Matter of fact, as ever. "The shadows of Denocte serve me well." A second blink, unassuming and cool. There was a pregnant pause, the silence thick between them before a sigh fell from his dark serpentine lips: conversation had never come easy to such a sheltered man. "Lothaire. You are?" @lyra