KING OF THIEVES
Her bow feels somewhat wrong in the cavernous room - in fact, the whole scene came across as a little strange. Neither he nor Bexley were made to live in rooms of grandeur like this, though Reichenbach was certain the blonde haired devil would enjoy the luxuries nonetheless. He, on the other hand, found the vast room as constricting as chains - unnecessary and wasteful. Denocte had beauty aplenty outside of these richly decorated halls - halls that acted now as a memory of what, who, The Night Court had been in the past.
Reichenbach grinned at her resplendence, a golden beacon shining with warm sunlight, beautiful as the first day he had set eyes upon her. She was just as volatile too, just as chaotic and mischievous. She, like him, inspired smiles wherever she trod. Though smiles toward Bexley no doubt were inspired by lust - a thought that darkened his mind for a moment. Should anyone touch Bexley Briar without her permission, they would soon be finding a group of particularly bloodthirsty Crows at their door, with very particular instructions.
I’ve met Florentine.
He doesn't even register the name before his body reacts, heart thundering dangerously in a strange mix of elation, excitement and dread. What did that mean? What did it mean that Bexley, dangerous and flirtatious as she was, was bringing up Florentine to him. All mirth left Reichenbach's long lashed eyes as he studied the impish face before him, each heavy emotion displayed upon his handsome face. Heartbreak. Fear. Longing.
"And?"
He murmured gently. Not an argumentative question, but one designed to show that he knew she must know there was something between them, something more than Dusk chasing Night. The question lingers, Reichenbach also glancing to Raglan. Raglan, his second within the Crows. The boy was too smart for his own good sometimes, but no better man could be found at his back.
"You can call him Raglan" he said with amusement, glancing wryly at the winged page "Anything else you'll have to discover from him. Give him a few years and he'll be a match for your razor lips"
The words were jovial, even the tone, but his eyes remained pained, questioning. Why would Bexley Briar, beauty of Solterra, be talking to him about... about the girl he was so desperately, hopelessly in love with.
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