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
Firelight flickered subtly about the room, laying loving fingers along Isorath's tentative smile, playing teasingly along the length of Reichenbach's lashes. Reichenbach shifted on his mound of plump cushions at the fragility of that smile, the release that seemed to hum in the air with it, watching each silken hair as they slid over the fine boned planes of Isorath's face. He had seen that smile before, or at least a version of it. In the eyes of his Crows as they were welcomed into the fold, into the family. Like light was being shone on them at last, or like they'd taken their first breath of air after too long underwater. He tucked that information into a nook within his vast chest, something to muse over, something to correct. Reichenbach vowed to see a day where that smile would be ever present, a constant reflection of the Kirin's happiness and grace.
"All your talents?"
He questioned with a raised brow, his own eyes sparkling with intimate mischief. It was a pleasure to see the ivory King so... animated. Reich could hardly keep the grin from his black lips as he listened to the lilt of Isorath's voice (the sound just as pleasurable as the sight of him), mirth lining his roguish face.
"And what are these talents, pray tell?"
He grinned, flicking his gaze over Isorath as if he were checking for weapons, or as if he could discover those hidden talents simply by scrutinizing the man — his silver eyes eventually sliding to a stop upon the lavender gaze of his companion. So regal, so gods-damned beautiful. He felt, all of a sudden, quite possessive of the Dusk Court Sage.
His smile only grew at the compliments that fell from those velveteen lips: Passionate. Tempestuous. Feisty. Mysterious. Spirited. Free...
Words that might not have been considered compliments in Solterra or Delumine, or even in Terrastella — but in Denocte were pleasing to the soul. Isorath spoke only truth — and, some may have argued, only spoke of the best of them. There was another side to Denocte and The Night Court, an underground that was violent and uncontrollable. Reichenbach was glad that Isorath had yet to see the darkest corners of their city. He tilted his dark haired head as his eyes slid to the window, murmuring:
"If anything, Isorath," he turned back to the porcelain beauty "We'd want you to stay permanently — Denocte doesn't often extend invitations to outsiders, and we've grown quite fond of you." His smile returned, brushing off the implications that he might want to poach the Kirin from his home within Dusk. It was a risky thing to say, to speak the words that had been mulling within him for so long aloud. Isorath was no simple man without ties to his Court, he was important — a loss to any Court, should they be foolish enough to lose him. "I fear the day I find myself in the library without your guidance" he laughed, knowing full well Araxes knew her way around the library in the dark and backwards.
He grinned as the air changed in the room, an electric pulse that spoke of mischief and temptation.
It's a date then.
This was dangerous territory, even for a King washed by shadow and chaos. He tucked that guilt behind an ebony curl, knowing that had it been Florentine in this position — with such a beautiful man laid out before her, offering a date... he would have lost himself in such a fury that he would have burned the world. Such was the nature of The Night King.
A slow smile curled over his black lips once more, a sultry thing filled with temptation and promise.
"Perhaps it's time to visit The Night Markets."
@Isorath <3 eep!
"All your talents?"
He questioned with a raised brow, his own eyes sparkling with intimate mischief. It was a pleasure to see the ivory King so... animated. Reich could hardly keep the grin from his black lips as he listened to the lilt of Isorath's voice (the sound just as pleasurable as the sight of him), mirth lining his roguish face.
"And what are these talents, pray tell?"
He grinned, flicking his gaze over Isorath as if he were checking for weapons, or as if he could discover those hidden talents simply by scrutinizing the man — his silver eyes eventually sliding to a stop upon the lavender gaze of his companion. So regal, so gods-damned beautiful. He felt, all of a sudden, quite possessive of the Dusk Court Sage.
His smile only grew at the compliments that fell from those velveteen lips: Passionate. Tempestuous. Feisty. Mysterious. Spirited. Free...
Words that might not have been considered compliments in Solterra or Delumine, or even in Terrastella — but in Denocte were pleasing to the soul. Isorath spoke only truth — and, some may have argued, only spoke of the best of them. There was another side to Denocte and The Night Court, an underground that was violent and uncontrollable. Reichenbach was glad that Isorath had yet to see the darkest corners of their city. He tilted his dark haired head as his eyes slid to the window, murmuring:
"If anything, Isorath," he turned back to the porcelain beauty "We'd want you to stay permanently — Denocte doesn't often extend invitations to outsiders, and we've grown quite fond of you." His smile returned, brushing off the implications that he might want to poach the Kirin from his home within Dusk. It was a risky thing to say, to speak the words that had been mulling within him for so long aloud. Isorath was no simple man without ties to his Court, he was important — a loss to any Court, should they be foolish enough to lose him. "I fear the day I find myself in the library without your guidance" he laughed, knowing full well Araxes knew her way around the library in the dark and backwards.
He grinned as the air changed in the room, an electric pulse that spoke of mischief and temptation.
It's a date then.
This was dangerous territory, even for a King washed by shadow and chaos. He tucked that guilt behind an ebony curl, knowing that had it been Florentine in this position — with such a beautiful man laid out before her, offering a date... he would have lost himself in such a fury that he would have burned the world. Such was the nature of The Night King.
A slow smile curled over his black lips once more, a sultry thing filled with temptation and promise.
"Perhaps it's time to visit The Night Markets."
@Isorath <3 eep!
