REICHENBACH ROMMEL
Each step drew his muscular body closer to their Dusk neighbours, the pathway decorated by lavish lanterns and strings of light, the sound of revelry and excited chatter setting the air alight. Reich emerged from the path smoothly, a grin plastered upon his devilish black lips, silver eyes taking note of all the delicate details as they searched and wandered —
Until they found what they had been searching for.
Isorath looked luminous in lilac and opal, his hair long and loose (could it be possible he knew that Reichenbach preferred it that way?) and woven with delicate Dusk lilies. Flames crowned him, the small wax gods seeming to wink and shift underneath the fluttering candlelight, trickling down the tines of his crown only to halt as they touched the winter air. Reich's grin only grew as their gazes met, the small smile hovering upon Isorath's supple mouth responding in turn.
The Night King drew closer still, argent eyes moving slowly over the porcelain scaled sage, lingering on the coiled dragon and the craftmanship of that diadem as his mind connected several threads between his Queen's new position and the members of her Court. Still, in a rare display of restraint, he made no comment upon the conclusions he had drawn, preferring to set his gaze upon the dainty moon charm dancing in the firelight, petite and silver and full of meaning.
Finally he stood almost before the ex-King, body emanating heat despite Winters grip. Shadows nestled in the silky coils of his hair, retreating from the cold. Isorath closed the final steps between them, a wry smile turning Reich's own black grin teasing.
"You should always turn up late for a party, don't you think?"
Amusement brightened his gaze for a moment before his eyes glanced upward at the diadem once more, considering. His scent was dampened in the winter, as if the jasmine and woodsmoke could only survive close to the heat of his mahogany body or in the coils of his ebony hair — and yet the draw of him remained the same, perhaps because of all those attending the festival, he was the only one that seemed unaffected by the brittle winter air.
Music bloomed around them as he spoke again, gentler this time:
"You look resplendent.."
His voice was deep, a compliment lost within the swell of song, only for the kirin to hear. Yet he smiled swiftly, charmingly, face breaking from the sincerity into something mischevious.
"Now, tell me, what does Terrastella offer her Southern neighbours on this night? ... And in the cold winter nights to come?"
@Isorath sorry for slow replies!!
Until they found what they had been searching for.
Isorath looked luminous in lilac and opal, his hair long and loose (could it be possible he knew that Reichenbach preferred it that way?) and woven with delicate Dusk lilies. Flames crowned him, the small wax gods seeming to wink and shift underneath the fluttering candlelight, trickling down the tines of his crown only to halt as they touched the winter air. Reich's grin only grew as their gazes met, the small smile hovering upon Isorath's supple mouth responding in turn.
The Night King drew closer still, argent eyes moving slowly over the porcelain scaled sage, lingering on the coiled dragon and the craftmanship of that diadem as his mind connected several threads between his Queen's new position and the members of her Court. Still, in a rare display of restraint, he made no comment upon the conclusions he had drawn, preferring to set his gaze upon the dainty moon charm dancing in the firelight, petite and silver and full of meaning.
Finally he stood almost before the ex-King, body emanating heat despite Winters grip. Shadows nestled in the silky coils of his hair, retreating from the cold. Isorath closed the final steps between them, a wry smile turning Reich's own black grin teasing.
"You should always turn up late for a party, don't you think?"
Amusement brightened his gaze for a moment before his eyes glanced upward at the diadem once more, considering. His scent was dampened in the winter, as if the jasmine and woodsmoke could only survive close to the heat of his mahogany body or in the coils of his ebony hair — and yet the draw of him remained the same, perhaps because of all those attending the festival, he was the only one that seemed unaffected by the brittle winter air.
Music bloomed around them as he spoke again, gentler this time:
"You look resplendent.."
His voice was deep, a compliment lost within the swell of song, only for the kirin to hear. Yet he smiled swiftly, charmingly, face breaking from the sincerity into something mischevious.
"Now, tell me, what does Terrastella offer her Southern neighbours on this night? ... And in the cold winter nights to come?"
@Isorath sorry for slow replies!!
