[P] little crow

[Reichenbach]

It would have been safe to assume that on an evening so stormy the Night King would be amongst the stars and howling winds, clinging to a mountain face or clifftop, or even grinning recklessly upon the prairie. On any night but this one, he would have been. Hearing the call of the chaos outside was a siren song to him, tugging restlessly at his heart as he paced within the small, book-laden library room.  Reichenbach wasn't entirely sure why he wasn't allowing himself to experience the storm, only that it was the first time in his life that he hadn't embraced it. It was making him antsy, his temper short and volatile — made worse by the enclosed space. He'd never been one for reading, and even with the scattered texts around him, Reichenbach couldn't keep his silver eyes from darting between the door and windows.  He was saved from his isolation by the entrance of Lavinia, her slim form limned in silver as a crackle of lightning lit up the room. Reichenbach stilled, that chaotic energy pausing upon his mahogany frame as he settled his argent gaze upon his Crow. She had grown so much since that fateful first day — Reichenbach could remember the two fierce eyed girls as clear as if it had been mere days ago, not years. Mila and Lavinia had been ready to fight their way out, surrounded by a dirty handed gang much older than they had been, and he'd seen them... chance and fate entwining their fingers in his ebony curls and forcing his silver gaze to the golden twins. They'd stood out to him like jewels amongst coal, gold flickering like firelight over their desert-born skin.  Lavinia, the dark haired counterpart to her light haired sister, stood with perfect poise in the doorway. They'd always possessed a surreal grace and elegance, Lavinia perhaps even more than Mila — the balance of her a necessity when it came to her throwing knives. Reich's gaze flickered over her swiftly, surprised to see her absent of her usual kit, though perhaps she had chosen to hide the knives away after that Dawn thief had thought to steal them. "Lav," Reichenbach exhaled, a smile creasing his black lips, "What can I do for you?" @Lavinia !! sorry for the wait lovely x

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