[P] we could be heroes.

[Aislinn]

A I S L I N N we are a different kind, we can do anything we could be heroes, me and you, we could be She wore her smile like a wicked dagger; her gaze equally as sharp as Veteris steel, honed and pinned on the darkness that slithered before her. As she watched, captivated, her heart beating steady and true, as the darkness balked and morphed to form the shape of a man. A king cloaked in shadow and smoke and stars, the inky black crafted between torches flirting with his skin. The only part of him that shone, like a beacon in the darkness, were his eyes. Like molten silver moons, and one shining star set perfectly between them. Once upon a time, she had fallen for him. Tumbled head first into the madness of love and feelings that set her heart heavensward. Her heart was wrapped around that glimmering star, her lungs catching on the baritone of his voice and the tinkling of coins tangled in the curls of his hair. Now, after his voice had cleaved her into pieces and she was left with a bleeding heart and broken soul, she rose. Like a phoenix, from the ashes of the ache that had ripped her and thrown her into shadows. Florentine's words of wisdom rung true.. time did heal such things. Time and a boy crafted from twilight and dusk itself. Regardless of what she had once felt, regardless that a small part of her would always care about him, her duty sang louder. Loyalty, fierce and burning, laced through every nerve and molecule of her being. Before she was a gypsy girl who fell in love with a gypsy boy, she would be a knight, a warrior woman of thunderstorms themselves. Forever protecting and laying down her life for the man who sat upon the Shadow Throne. The same man that stood before them now, emerging from the darkness. A true embodiment of the court he ruled and the goddess that blessed his rise to power. He was the King of Stars and Smoke, after all. So.. You made the... rather ill-advised choice, of stealing from a country of thieves and assassins. From my Court. His voice rumbled through the Great Hall, across the cold stones. Deep and piercing. Intimidating. A weapon. Her orbs blinked and shimmered in the flickering firelight as she watched him. Circlets of blue flame that narrowed on the thief that stood before her king, awaiting judgement. Her mouth closed, a thin line across the ebony of her face as one side of her lips turned upwards, amused. Not in any universe, would she ever wish to be on the receiving end of her King's wrath, or her own, for the matter. And as her gaze shot over to the young girl at her side, Aislinn realized, with a shed of curiosity, that she would not want to be on the wrong side of one of the golden girl's beloved blades. The young woman's admittance was enough, as she recalled the memory herself. Her disgust for the creature who committed the theft was palpable, washing over her in thick waves. She shot him a pointed look before she stepped forward, just barely, her face schooled as she met Reichenbach's silver stare. "He stole from her in plain sight; in the middle of a crowded square." Aislinn broke her gaze and blinked to look at the obsidian man before him, her grin quirking. Her voice a crackle of lightning; her essence tied to hurricanes and night skies. "He knew exactly what he was doing, my King." Calligo help him.. for she was more than ready to deal where justice must be made. @Only @lavinia @reichenbach @morrígan @kasil "Aislinn speech."