[P] No Mercy

[Reichenbach]

YOU ARE THE LOVE THAT CAME WITHOUT WARNING, He felt everything. It was his curse to bear, that volatile mess inside of him controllable by none — each emotion flaying him alive tonight. His skin felt close to bursting, his whole body feverous and pounding as it flushed with a confusing tangle of rage, love, lust and shame. This night... it had not gone as he had thought it would. Earlier that evening he had been flush with excitement, his smile broad and catching, the stars glinting off of the brightness within his argent eyes. He had embraced the cold touch of winter with a roguish affection, thoughts touching repeatedly on the man waiting for him within Dusk's borders — it had made his steps quick, dancing, following his merry band of Crows into the waiting lights. He'd found him, and for a few precious minutes life had been full and joyous, each sound, smell and taste more vibrant... and then his traitorous heart had brought him back to earth with the arrival of his Queen. Blood lingered subtly upon his black lips and splattered itself upon his strong, hard hooves. He hadn't bothered to wash it off, whether for the comfort of it or the pleasure, he wasn't sure. He'd known his heart pined for Isorath for a long time now — but had not acted upon the desire, despite each long glance and how loathe he was to look away.  Yet Florentine had kissed Lysander.  No touches, no betrayals save for the one he could not control... and now he was the one named heartbreaker. He'd tried to save Aislinn heartbreak by telling her of Florentine before anything could happen between them, and again, you broke my heart Reich. Well, he was through trying to make the right choice by others. If Iscariot was to turn in his grave, so be it. King Crow was coming to play, and he was a lot darker than the King of Shadows and Stars. He took what he wanted and cared not for the consequences. Reichenbach watched the dark sky above him, the stars glinting distantly, one shifting and moving, leaving a streak of burning flame in his retinas.  Isorath. Reich had never seen him in the air before, but the Regent moved like a dancer, graceful and utterly stunning against the starry backdrop. Silver eyes followed his path, a falling star coming straight for his pocket of beach — alighting gently, that beautiful moon-white hair trailing upon the salty water. Every line of Isorath spoke fury and demand, causing the King of Thieves to feel a responding tug within his own chest, the emotions that had been strangling him dropping away under the swell.  The kirin did not look at him, emanating an icy coolness that could only have been learnt in those years being raised as a Prince. He couldn't help it — he smiled. Not his usual roguish grin, or the one that promised violence, not even the faint smile he wore when he didn't intend to — this one spoke of a deep relief, an ecstasy, a welcome home. He'd thought when he saw Isorath he would feel that same awful feeling he had had almost all evening — shame, guilt, fury and panic. Instead, he felt calmer than he had for a long while. Calmer, save for the furious beating of his great heart. Even the icy tones and distance between them could not clean the smile from his black lips. He hadn't beat up Lysander because he'd been suggestive of relations between he and Florentine, or even really because she'd kissed him — though that had certainly been present in his mind while he sought out the ex-God. No, he'd thrown himself into that fierce bloodthirst because he'd danced with Isorath, had flirted with Isorath.  Isorath. Because Isorath was his — and he'd rip the hands off of anyone who touched him without the porcelain princes consent.  Though Isorath stared pointedly away from him, Reich allowed his silver eyes to settle intensely on the lines of the kirins handsome face as he said warmly, tentatively; "I couldn't find the right partner." YOU HAD MY HEART BEFORE I COULD SAY NO. @Isorath

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