It was ironic that the world was turning to the fire and smoke of autumn when Raum was meeting the Crow’s very own wild fire. Acton was as changeable as the season and just as deadly.
Orange turns all leaves brittle and dry, and as his quicksilver body pours up the mountainside his feet whisper over wasted leaf litter. Raum keeps to shadow and crags in the rocks. His approach is as near silent as the dried leaves could manage and they herald his arrival with little more than a sigh and a rustle. It was a sound barely there, but Raum knew his brother would be listening.
The cold bite of the mountain wind lays its teeth upon the Crow’s neck and chases a shiver down his silver spine. The absence of his crystal blue scarf is a pertinent reminder of who this Crow now is: A Day Court civilian.
The heat and dust of Solis’ home turns his silver skin to rust and ruin. The heat is a smother, the dust abrasive, and as his eyes find the orange upon Acton’s skin, his smile is derisive. Never have the two brothers looked so similar. “He should have sent you.” Raum comments of Reichenbach.
He passes the Crow’s magician, the petals of his black rose the only thing swaying as they pass like ships. “Your messenger crow was a little too… loud. I knew before opening that the message was from you.” He lays the wilting rose in the writhing shadow of Calligo’s altar. His lips murmur a prayer, each word a mystery, each request a secret.
When his murmurs fall to silence, the Crow finally turns back to his brother. The blue of endless seas meets the fierce orange of Acton’s skin. “You are never afraid to make a spectacle.” He observes, those blue eyes passing, liquid smooth, up to his brother’s eyes hidden behind their permanent mask.
His eyes were not the only veiled thing between Denocte’s Ghost and her Magician. Acton’s words hang, still unanswered, their true meaning concealed. “You will be sorry for your lack of piousness when you find yourself kneeling for judgement before them.” If there was a hint of humour in Raum’s words, it is gone in the blink of an eye before the Ghost draws their topic of conversation on.
“Any news of Denocte, brother?”
@Acton yasss!!!
Orange turns all leaves brittle and dry, and as his quicksilver body pours up the mountainside his feet whisper over wasted leaf litter. Raum keeps to shadow and crags in the rocks. His approach is as near silent as the dried leaves could manage and they herald his arrival with little more than a sigh and a rustle. It was a sound barely there, but Raum knew his brother would be listening.
The cold bite of the mountain wind lays its teeth upon the Crow’s neck and chases a shiver down his silver spine. The absence of his crystal blue scarf is a pertinent reminder of who this Crow now is: A Day Court civilian.
The heat and dust of Solis’ home turns his silver skin to rust and ruin. The heat is a smother, the dust abrasive, and as his eyes find the orange upon Acton’s skin, his smile is derisive. Never have the two brothers looked so similar. “He should have sent you.” Raum comments of Reichenbach.
He passes the Crow’s magician, the petals of his black rose the only thing swaying as they pass like ships. “Your messenger crow was a little too… loud. I knew before opening that the message was from you.” He lays the wilting rose in the writhing shadow of Calligo’s altar. His lips murmur a prayer, each word a mystery, each request a secret.
When his murmurs fall to silence, the Crow finally turns back to his brother. The blue of endless seas meets the fierce orange of Acton’s skin. “You are never afraid to make a spectacle.” He observes, those blue eyes passing, liquid smooth, up to his brother’s eyes hidden behind their permanent mask.
His eyes were not the only veiled thing between Denocte’s Ghost and her Magician. Acton’s words hang, still unanswered, their true meaning concealed. “You will be sorry for your lack of piousness when you find yourself kneeling for judgement before them.” If there was a hint of humour in Raum’s words, it is gone in the blink of an eye before the Ghost draws their topic of conversation on.
“Any news of Denocte, brother?”
@Acton yasss!!!
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You're one microscopic cog
in his catastrophic plan
in his catastrophic plan
