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
He liked watching the subtle emotions flicker across Isorath's delicate face, watching each slide of light off of the golden scales adorning his fine boned face. He was a delicacy, a dragon borne to the shores of men — now here, in the shadowy streets of Denocte. The bonfire and torchlight turned his starlit hair somewhat golden, shining and flickering along the silky strands as they caught in a slight night-scented breeze and billowed outward. Reichenbach flared his ebony nostrils at the breeze, tasting the subtle scent intimately and tucking it away to mull over later — alone, in his chambers under the sky.
The Night King shifted his silver gaze to match the long lashed amethyst eyes that glittered at him, his grin sparking with a boundless energy;
"Perhaps the foods first? Or the tea? Or the jewelry?"
Reichenbach treasured the soft laugh that floated from the Sages sensual lips, found himself buoyed by it, as if he were a teenager showing off to his first girl. He laughed too, more of a chuckle than his usual booming laugh, rough and low. Bodies had yet to mill around them, and The Night King found himself hesitating against the thought of sharing Isorath with the crowd, though he was spared the struggle at the gleam of porcelain skin stepping past him.
"A game?"
He repeated, smiling as his eyes trailed the path of his elegant companion toward the crowd before forcing his own muscles to respond, rolling underneath his mahogany skin as he followed at an easy pace behind the Kirin. Vendors continued to glance curiously at them, some eyes keener than others. Reichenbach flashed them a deadly smile and the eyes averted, turning to look at their work or wares, some pretending they hadn't been looking at all.
There were so many questions lingering upon his velvet lips, so many things he wanted to know about the Kirin — about his past, his present... his future.
"Alright then..."
He began, argent eyes lingering upon the wares at a nearby stall — silver and gemstones from the walls of Pentheselian, a vast underground city walled by precious rocks and metals. The silver had been crafted with expert hands, delicate but strong. Reichenbach eyed a particularly stunning chain, linked so closely and finely that it appeared molten under the moonlight before asking:
"Why did you leave Vectaeryn?"
His voice hummed through the night air, somewhat gentler than usual, and quiet — so that none could hear the question but he and Isorath, the ex-Emperor of a savage and far away continent. His gaze flicked once again to the silver upon the table, delicately threading a dainty moon charm onto the sterling chain he had been eyeing. He lifted the now adorned chain with the slight telekinesis they all owned, pressing close to Isorath as he made to hang the beautiful chain upon his crown of antlers;
"May I ... ?"
@Isorath <3 your replies are never late compared to my poor attempts haha
The Night King shifted his silver gaze to match the long lashed amethyst eyes that glittered at him, his grin sparking with a boundless energy;
"Perhaps the foods first? Or the tea? Or the jewelry?"
Reichenbach treasured the soft laugh that floated from the Sages sensual lips, found himself buoyed by it, as if he were a teenager showing off to his first girl. He laughed too, more of a chuckle than his usual booming laugh, rough and low. Bodies had yet to mill around them, and The Night King found himself hesitating against the thought of sharing Isorath with the crowd, though he was spared the struggle at the gleam of porcelain skin stepping past him.
"A game?"
He repeated, smiling as his eyes trailed the path of his elegant companion toward the crowd before forcing his own muscles to respond, rolling underneath his mahogany skin as he followed at an easy pace behind the Kirin. Vendors continued to glance curiously at them, some eyes keener than others. Reichenbach flashed them a deadly smile and the eyes averted, turning to look at their work or wares, some pretending they hadn't been looking at all.
There were so many questions lingering upon his velvet lips, so many things he wanted to know about the Kirin — about his past, his present... his future.
"Alright then..."
He began, argent eyes lingering upon the wares at a nearby stall — silver and gemstones from the walls of Pentheselian, a vast underground city walled by precious rocks and metals. The silver had been crafted with expert hands, delicate but strong. Reichenbach eyed a particularly stunning chain, linked so closely and finely that it appeared molten under the moonlight before asking:
"Why did you leave Vectaeryn?"
His voice hummed through the night air, somewhat gentler than usual, and quiet — so that none could hear the question but he and Isorath, the ex-Emperor of a savage and far away continent. His gaze flicked once again to the silver upon the table, delicately threading a dainty moon charm onto the sterling chain he had been eyeing. He lifted the now adorned chain with the slight telekinesis they all owned, pressing close to Isorath as he made to hang the beautiful chain upon his crown of antlers;
"May I ... ?"
@Isorath <3 your replies are never late compared to my poor attempts haha
