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
Her voice was as lovely as the rest of her, a gentle thing that gave away no secrets, quiet but strong. He admired her for it, could see the slow burning strength hidden underneath her satin skin and feel the calm radiating off of her in waves. Where he was a starburst, she was the slow shift of night claiming the day. Reichenbach followed the tilt of Lyra's delicate head and copied the movement, his coal curls sliding smoothly over taut mahogany skin. His lips quirked as he considered her question, quartz eyes shifting to the surface of the lake as if the answer lay underneath it's glassy depths.
Maybe he was here to garner what truths lay hidden from him, to clear and calm the torrent that was his raging thoughts and emotions. He looked back to Lyra, solemnity lining his long lashed eyes.
"Truths are dangerous things in my experience."
Not necessarily an answer, but perhaps an insight into the Kings complicated past. Being around her was soothing, almost as if she was an amplifier to the calmness of the lake. It was easy to speak to her, to confess, to trust her. Perhaps Lyra was more of a weapon than even she had thought.
Reich tore his gaze from her own, turning his head and glancing at the long limbed trees around them before providing an easy smile;
"Word on the street is you're uncertain about my choice to promote you... is there a reason you should not be one of our Champions?"
His voice slid through the air, baritone and musical but not unkind. Perhaps it was that Lyra had yet to see her worth, the strength in her own bones and the quickness of her own mind - though most of all, she had yet to see value in her kindness. She would listen to the community, she would care enough to bring the concerns of the people to his door - and she would never let Denocte down, not this girl made of midnight and stars.
@Lyra sorry for the wait <3
Maybe he was here to garner what truths lay hidden from him, to clear and calm the torrent that was his raging thoughts and emotions. He looked back to Lyra, solemnity lining his long lashed eyes.
"Truths are dangerous things in my experience."
Not necessarily an answer, but perhaps an insight into the Kings complicated past. Being around her was soothing, almost as if she was an amplifier to the calmness of the lake. It was easy to speak to her, to confess, to trust her. Perhaps Lyra was more of a weapon than even she had thought.
Reich tore his gaze from her own, turning his head and glancing at the long limbed trees around them before providing an easy smile;
"Word on the street is you're uncertain about my choice to promote you... is there a reason you should not be one of our Champions?"
His voice slid through the air, baritone and musical but not unkind. Perhaps it was that Lyra had yet to see her worth, the strength in her own bones and the quickness of her own mind - though most of all, she had yet to see value in her kindness. She would listen to the community, she would care enough to bring the concerns of the people to his door - and she would never let Denocte down, not this girl made of midnight and stars.
@Lyra sorry for the wait <3
