REICHENBACH
it's dark, there's no need for lights
when the fire in his eyes burns so bright
when the fire in his eyes burns so bright
Sunysia.
Reichenbach tilted his head minutely at the name of the unknown continent, peering through thick lashes with distinct interest. Denocte was a merchant city, a traders dream rich with diversity and history — It would be of no surprise to him to find the delicate tea offered in their many stalls, along with other treasures from Isorath's birth home. A traveller, like so many that had settled in Denocte. What had brought the decadent kirin to Novus? Reichenbach would have paid good coin to hear the truth, the real story behind the ex-King before him.
"I have a feeling we may need far more tea than we have before these times find an end."
He breathed in the aromatic tea, his keen argent gaze watching Isorath over the rim of his cup, considering each word carefully even as his lips quirked into an easy smile. The kirin's voice was something lovely, so different to the crassness used amongst the Crows and soldiers — a touch of class amid the wildness of Denocte. He watched the steam curl around the velvet pink of Isorath's lips for a moment, then flicked his gaze to the lavender of the sage's silver lashed eyes as he spoke.
That intelligent, fluid voice had darkened in displeasure at the topic — and despite Reichenbach's regality, his kingly position, he could not help but to feel a flush of satisfaction in hearing it. Dusk had been their sister court, hovering along the lines of Night, gentle but strong, kind but stoic. Dusk had been their tentative ally for many years... and to ally with Solterra so soon after the slight against Denocte had served as a catalyst to war. A once carefully tended relationship had quickly become lopsided, and the Night Court had withdrawn almost completely from their Dusk neighbours. All that remained now were the personal ties — Isorath, Florentine...
The name clanged through him like a wash of heat, the vision of her honeyed hair and intense eyes giving him cause to shift upon the silken cushions below him. He had not seen her since that fateful night when they had professed their love — she was a part of the Dusk Court too, though he'd secretly harboured hopes that she might live in Denocte with him as Isorath currently did.
His black lips parted to respond to the ex-King's wise words —
"You have my loyalty, Reichenbach."
He barely noticed the drop of his title, unused to hearing formalities within the night-spun halls of his home. Their eyes met, lavender against silver, white lashes against black. Something flashed between the two, lightning fast, an understanding perhaps, or a hidden wanting.
"As you have mine, Isorath."
He watched the beautiful male shift on his throne of cushions, keen eyes catching the glimmer and glisten of firelight against his skin and scales. Gods, he was stunning. It was a wonder that the gypsy girls hadn't become enthralled with him, even the gypsy boys. Reichenbach wondered, curiously, which the porcelain man preferred before humming deeply, a rumble of thunder emanating from within his broad chest.
"I am a lucky man, to have such a loyal and talented friend."
The words rolled from his throat — enchanting, musical, masculine. Some said that Reichenbach had received his throne through charisma alone, the way he swallowed a room with his woodsmoke and jasmine scent, leaking from the windows like shadow. Others said Calligo had chosen him, formed him from the earth of Denocte and decorated him with shadows and stars. They were wrong, of course, but the legends grew nonetheless. Spread, he suspected, by his mischievous Crows.
He chose to leave the politics behind, weary of the concerns that bore down upon his roguish head. Too easily, he left the troubles to be dealt with later — to be discussed later.
A rough chuckle left his throat, eyes as bright as the stars beyond the walls.
"Interesting is too soft a word for Calligo — tempestuous and feisty, perhaps."
He laughed again, the sound as catching as wildfire.
"I am glad," a pause stilled the air before Reichenbach continued, "More than glad, that our fair city has treated you well..." a gleam curved within his argent gaze as he looked sideways at his pristine companion, amusement playing about his black lips ".. Though I have yet to see you at the bonfires... perhaps you need a Denoctian to show you the way through one of those"
One of the things The City of Starlight was famous for — it's parties. Isorath would be exposed to the truth of their country, the wild freedom of it. It could be a hard pill to swallow for those unused to the contagious nature of them, the easy persuasion that seemed to fall over the community. There were those that lost themselves completely to the night and the stars, to the pounding of drums, the bodies dancing and fighting.
Reichenbach had decided that he should very much like to see the distinguished elegance of Isorath amongst that frenzy, to see the kirin gilded by flickering flame and stars.
He flashed a grin, his enigmatic voice lingering in the air as he said:
"I'll happily volunteer."
@Isorath <3 sorry it took so long to reply!!
Reichenbach tilted his head minutely at the name of the unknown continent, peering through thick lashes with distinct interest. Denocte was a merchant city, a traders dream rich with diversity and history — It would be of no surprise to him to find the delicate tea offered in their many stalls, along with other treasures from Isorath's birth home. A traveller, like so many that had settled in Denocte. What had brought the decadent kirin to Novus? Reichenbach would have paid good coin to hear the truth, the real story behind the ex-King before him.
"I have a feeling we may need far more tea than we have before these times find an end."
He breathed in the aromatic tea, his keen argent gaze watching Isorath over the rim of his cup, considering each word carefully even as his lips quirked into an easy smile. The kirin's voice was something lovely, so different to the crassness used amongst the Crows and soldiers — a touch of class amid the wildness of Denocte. He watched the steam curl around the velvet pink of Isorath's lips for a moment, then flicked his gaze to the lavender of the sage's silver lashed eyes as he spoke.
That intelligent, fluid voice had darkened in displeasure at the topic — and despite Reichenbach's regality, his kingly position, he could not help but to feel a flush of satisfaction in hearing it. Dusk had been their sister court, hovering along the lines of Night, gentle but strong, kind but stoic. Dusk had been their tentative ally for many years... and to ally with Solterra so soon after the slight against Denocte had served as a catalyst to war. A once carefully tended relationship had quickly become lopsided, and the Night Court had withdrawn almost completely from their Dusk neighbours. All that remained now were the personal ties — Isorath, Florentine...
The name clanged through him like a wash of heat, the vision of her honeyed hair and intense eyes giving him cause to shift upon the silken cushions below him. He had not seen her since that fateful night when they had professed their love — she was a part of the Dusk Court too, though he'd secretly harboured hopes that she might live in Denocte with him as Isorath currently did.
His black lips parted to respond to the ex-King's wise words —
"You have my loyalty, Reichenbach."
He barely noticed the drop of his title, unused to hearing formalities within the night-spun halls of his home. Their eyes met, lavender against silver, white lashes against black. Something flashed between the two, lightning fast, an understanding perhaps, or a hidden wanting.
"As you have mine, Isorath."
He watched the beautiful male shift on his throne of cushions, keen eyes catching the glimmer and glisten of firelight against his skin and scales. Gods, he was stunning. It was a wonder that the gypsy girls hadn't become enthralled with him, even the gypsy boys. Reichenbach wondered, curiously, which the porcelain man preferred before humming deeply, a rumble of thunder emanating from within his broad chest.
"I am a lucky man, to have such a loyal and talented friend."
The words rolled from his throat — enchanting, musical, masculine. Some said that Reichenbach had received his throne through charisma alone, the way he swallowed a room with his woodsmoke and jasmine scent, leaking from the windows like shadow. Others said Calligo had chosen him, formed him from the earth of Denocte and decorated him with shadows and stars. They were wrong, of course, but the legends grew nonetheless. Spread, he suspected, by his mischievous Crows.
He chose to leave the politics behind, weary of the concerns that bore down upon his roguish head. Too easily, he left the troubles to be dealt with later — to be discussed later.
A rough chuckle left his throat, eyes as bright as the stars beyond the walls.
"Interesting is too soft a word for Calligo — tempestuous and feisty, perhaps."
He laughed again, the sound as catching as wildfire.
"I am glad," a pause stilled the air before Reichenbach continued, "More than glad, that our fair city has treated you well..." a gleam curved within his argent gaze as he looked sideways at his pristine companion, amusement playing about his black lips ".. Though I have yet to see you at the bonfires... perhaps you need a Denoctian to show you the way through one of those"
One of the things The City of Starlight was famous for — it's parties. Isorath would be exposed to the truth of their country, the wild freedom of it. It could be a hard pill to swallow for those unused to the contagious nature of them, the easy persuasion that seemed to fall over the community. There were those that lost themselves completely to the night and the stars, to the pounding of drums, the bodies dancing and fighting.
Reichenbach had decided that he should very much like to see the distinguished elegance of Isorath amongst that frenzy, to see the kirin gilded by flickering flame and stars.
He flashed a grin, his enigmatic voice lingering in the air as he said:
"I'll happily volunteer."
@Isorath <3 sorry it took so long to reply!!
