I LOVE YOU LIKE THE STARS ABOVE
There was no love that compared to the love of his city. He had not been born within Denocte, or Novus entirely, but it had become his home as surely as the ocean kissed the sand. It did not have everything he desired - far from it, but nevertheless it was the place he called home and one of the only places he found himself dedicated and loyal to. Had he stumbled upon the Day Court he might have had more heat to burn the shame from his skin, or a better regime to fold himself into... but he had fallen into the hands of midnight instead. Reichenbach did not regret it, and never dreamed of spending his days in any other court for this was the court that had been chosen for him. It was where he had met his adoptive father and brother, where he'd met.. Swallow. To think her name even now made him retreat, shame and longing a painful lump in his weary chest. How had the years not dulled that fierce ache? How was it that he, one of the more successful warriors of Denocte, was still riddled with regret? Distance echoed in his silver eyes, vacant and never-ending as he stared sightlessly toward the large, ancient building that used to hold the Sovereign of the Night Court. It had been vacant for too long now - waiting. The decision would be left to the citizens of Denocte, it was the way of the Night Court for choice to be available to it's citizens. It was one of the things Reich loved most - the Night Court did not expect anyone to be anything other than what they truly wanted to be, there was no judgement, only acceptance. It was how he, a thin shouldered, fierce eyed gypsy boy had become who he was today. Even better, Denocte was mostly a mystery to outsiders - though lately without a sovereign there had been more and more traffic through their vast lands. Reich returned to himself with a slight shake of his ebony curls, noting the musical jingle of the coins in his hair and around his strong foreleg. He'd trained and trained to be where he was now, though the mischief had never left his smile, the cheek could still be found abundant within the depths of his long lashed eyes. Humour often laced his broad, open smile, and he had a bounty of friends through all of Novus - though he held none so close to his heart as his lost brother. The thought stirred him into motion, shifting his muscular neck to turn back and look at the bustling hive of activity that was the citizens of Denocte. They were the foundation of his life, they had given him food when he was hungry, blankets on cold nights and finally a family to believe in - they had given him the song that thrummed through his smouldering, ember-ridden veins. If he could do anything for their survival, for their happiness, he would do it. Including finding that gods-damned relic. |
@eros @lothaire
