[P] once upon a december —

[Reichenbach]

dancing bears, painted wings, things i almost remember.. Each breath she took without looking at him was like a knife point, digging deeper and deeper until Reichenbach thought he might have to grasp her chin and force those beautiful eyes upon his own.  "Oh" His teeth ground against one another silently at the sadness that lingered, sticky and inescapable, drowning his sweet dusk girl in shadows that weren't of his making.  "I thought you had come for something else" Perhaps he had. He could have simply sent one of his Crows, Raglan perhaps, to deliver his offer to Rannveig. He could have sent his Emissary, Lothaire... but he had not. Reichenbach had gambled on so many things arriving here: his own heart was still trembling and bloody, his self-control weak when it came to her honey coloured curls and soft, soft skin, even having her so close was intoxicating. So he drank her in, staring unabashedly, trying and failing to drink his fill of her, and yet he had memorised every facet, every dainty line.  "Florentine..." He breathed, pained, half a question and half a demand. The Night King was lost, completely and utterly, mouth dry and wanting as he stared at her. His lips, soft as black velvet, made to reach toward her - hesitant, unsure, the hot throb of his too-tight skin pushing him forward, forward.  @Rannveig @Florentine might be a good time to enter Rann hehe