[AW] to all the saints

[Reichenbach]

Many lost souls found their way to the gates of The Starlit City, some came grasping for an end to their heartbreak, others desperate for adventure and excitement, some came to rewrite themselves — and still others came in search of answers, an end to their quest. Reichenbach had learned to distinguish each type of traveller from such a young age, his sticky fingers twitching and greedy for their coins or jewellery, sometimes wrestling secrets from between their sealed lips. He'd stood within the thrall of the bustling markets, silver gaze keen on a mark, a catching grin upon his black mouth — and then he'd made his move. Life had changed a lot for The King Crow as he'd grown, but his smile remained the same. Enigmatic, charming, so vibrant and full of life — a death trap for some, an awakening for others.  Reichenbach grinned now, turning from one of the many burning bonfires scattered throughout the city, their flames always lit and tended to. He often chose to stand amongst the crowd, no more a King than he'd ever really been, a King of orphans and broken things. Yet they'd chosen him to lead them, a trained soldier with a history of thieving, fighting and inspiring.  The crowd parted like water around him as he walked, most paying little to no attention to him — Reichenbach was a common and known man, despite the shadows that coiled and curved around him in a constant dance. It was not he that drew their gazes, but the lilac spotted girl that arrived at their gates, bringing with her the pungent odour of decay. Reich could not help himself — he approached, a grin upon his roguish mouth. "Do you like it? We have rogues from all corners of our world," his long lashed eyes danced over her swiftly, curious, "Along with those that were born here."  @Nerissa no no your writing is fabulous!!! Sorry it took me so long to reply xx

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