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[Acton]

Acton these violent delights have violent ends He had watched the king come creeping like a thief into Denocte. Such a blazing-sun man, burning hot with anger and ambition, made an ill fit in the Night Court with her soothing shadows and her soft darkness. Acton would know. It was difficult for a man such as Maxence to be discreet; the desert’s heat rolled off him, the hardness of his stare marking him as different, a trespasser. Many eyes were surely on him, and one pair belonged to the Magician Crow. A practiced illusionist, he was much more suited to slipping through the shadows unseen, and he followed Maxence to his meeting-place with Reichenbach, close enough to see but not to hear. Close enough to be there, if he was needed. Naturally he wasn’t; their king was a more capable man that most (Calligo bless him) and the king snake might be arrogant but he was not stupid. It took longer than Acton would have liked to notice another Crow waiting in the wings, but when finally the wind shifted and he caught Raglan’s scent, his smile was a scythe. Hopefully the Day sovereign would never know how thoroughly he’d been surrounded. As Raglan stepped forward, Acton followed suit, his thoughts a turmoil of worry over Raum and low-burning anger at the pinto pegasus. How dare he threaten Reichenbach in the shadows of Denocte? Had it been anyone else, he might have admired the boldness. He huffed a breath at the Silvertongue’s comment, not deigning to watch Maxence vanish from view. “Calligo help us all,” he said drily, but it was not the goddess of the Night Court on his mind as his molten-gold gaze searched the cool silver of Reichenbach’s.   @Raglan @Reichenbach