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
Darkness rippled around them as they swept through the halls of the Keep, shadows clinging like living things to their King as he passed, while Isorath remained pure and gleaming — the moon among a sea of darkness. Reichenbach strode through the halls confidently, a constant smile playing at his lips as his argent gaze swept every detail. There was a tenseness to him that came from a need to be outside, to be free of the stone walls and the finery — he could never truly rule from a Castle, for the night settled about him like a cloak, a breath of clean air after too long inside.
Finally, he took the time to look at Isorath, that same roguish grin making his eyes dance. The sage glimmered in the moonlight, his loose hair billowing silkily in the gentle fall breeze — strangely undressed, without his finery. Reichenbach preferred Isorath that way, and enjoyed following the curve of his elegant neck to the fine bones of his regal face. Dragon born indeed. Calligo crowned the Kirin in star-fire and Reich cocked his great head slightly, feeling the slide of his ebony curls against his neck. Calligo was truly accepting of all, whether they be Dusk, Dawn or even Day.
The Night King turned his attention forward once more, dancing a few steps forward to reveal the streets alight with energy and movement, scent and sound. Woodsmoke and jasmine lingered on the wind, swallowed by the smell of cooking food, teas, perfumes, candles... what the world had to offer, Denocte gladly offered too. Some curious eyes were already turning their way, gleaming in the firelight as they beheld their King with the flawless Dusk Kirin. Where shadow turned Reich near invisible, the moonlight seemed to cling to Isorath's skin desperately, turning him into a beacon of beauty and light.
"So... what would you like to see first?"
He asked, his baritone voice alight with a subtle sense of pride. He'd grown up in these markets, his sticky hands making him a menace to the stall-holders as he swept past in a mess of shadows, stars and bruises. He grinned, memories lingering in the corners of his long lashed eyes as he settled his quartz eyes upon the vision beside him.
@Isorath I'm always bad at starters haha
Finally, he took the time to look at Isorath, that same roguish grin making his eyes dance. The sage glimmered in the moonlight, his loose hair billowing silkily in the gentle fall breeze — strangely undressed, without his finery. Reichenbach preferred Isorath that way, and enjoyed following the curve of his elegant neck to the fine bones of his regal face. Dragon born indeed. Calligo crowned the Kirin in star-fire and Reich cocked his great head slightly, feeling the slide of his ebony curls against his neck. Calligo was truly accepting of all, whether they be Dusk, Dawn or even Day.
The Night King turned his attention forward once more, dancing a few steps forward to reveal the streets alight with energy and movement, scent and sound. Woodsmoke and jasmine lingered on the wind, swallowed by the smell of cooking food, teas, perfumes, candles... what the world had to offer, Denocte gladly offered too. Some curious eyes were already turning their way, gleaming in the firelight as they beheld their King with the flawless Dusk Kirin. Where shadow turned Reich near invisible, the moonlight seemed to cling to Isorath's skin desperately, turning him into a beacon of beauty and light.
"So... what would you like to see first?"
He asked, his baritone voice alight with a subtle sense of pride. He'd grown up in these markets, his sticky hands making him a menace to the stall-holders as he swept past in a mess of shadows, stars and bruises. He grinned, memories lingering in the corners of his long lashed eyes as he settled his quartz eyes upon the vision beside him.
@Isorath I'm always bad at starters haha
