[P] we could be heroes.

[Reichenbach]

KING OF STARS AND SMOKE Shadows clung to his mahogany skin as the sounds of shrieking and pleading echoed down the hall toward him, the sounds emanating through the heavy oak doors of the Throne room despite their considerable thickness. Reichenbach watched, motionless within the depths of Calligo's embrace, silver eyes gleaming through the darkness like the stars themselves as he waited for the doors to swing open. A heavy groan sounded through the hall, followed by the delicate tap of sharp, hard hooves - Aislinn took up all the space in the room as she entered, filling the hall with the essence of storms and shadow. She seemed more vibrant than the last time he had seen her, sparkling with a fierce eloquence, her scent shimmering from her, burning the air like lightning.  Aislinn liked catching thieves. Funny, that she protected a whole city of them. Yet Reichenbach knew that the warrior woman would defend Denocte and all it's citizens to her last breath, despite their thievery, despite the debauchery, despite all of their downfalls. They were lucky to have her. He was lucky to have her.  Reichenbach emerged slowly, thunder roiling through his veins at the thief before him - not for the theft he had committed, but for whom he had attempted to steal from. His Orphans, his Crows... his Lavinia. The twins were faithful and fiercely loyal, their skills so developed for how young they were - their talents... inspiring. Lavinia, with her perfect figure and flawless hair, her knife throwing skills like none he had seen in this world so far... those knives were hers. He had gifted them to her when she joined the Crows, a new set made from Veteris steel to shove into the guts of anyone who threatened her.  Only was lucky that she hadn't gutted him on discovery. The shadows slipped from his back like a cloak, draping his quarters as the light revealed his broad shoulders and chest, crowning his ebony curls in flickering firelight. Now it was his turn to take up space in the vast room, stepping slowly but surely down the dais to stand before the wide-eyed thief.  "So" He began, baritone voice booming through the Shadow Hall like some great heartbeat, melodic and beautiful. "You made the... rather ill-advised choice, of stealing from a country of thieves and assassins. From my Court." Amusement coloured his enigmatic voice, though his argent gaze remained cool as he stared down at the Deluminian. Had he been successful in stealing those knives, Reichenbach might have considered training him with the rest of the Crows... but he had not been. He had chosen to steal from one of the worst citizens of Denocte to steal from. Reich flicked his gaze to the open door, where the others waited, all eyes burning into his night-dark skin. He grinned at them, ever the jovial, charming Thief King. Kasil had not arrived yet - theirs was a new alliance, still fragile. It would not do to punish Only before the Dawn King arrived on his impressively vast wings. The Night King pushed his gaze past the doors to Lavinia's sharp eyes, asking; "This boy stole from you?" @Aislinn @Only @Lavinia @Mila @Kasil