[AW] just don't ask

[Acton]

Acton these violent delights have violent ends   Acton had been in unusually good spirits of late. A good brawl always did that for him; he never wanted to go too long without smelling just a little bit of blood. Seeing Reichenbach back in action, now, that had made it so much the better. It had felt like old days – before kings and crowns and all the heaviness that came with it. It had helped him forget, too, the bit of trailing guilt (like a shadow, or a ghost) that he felt about Bexley Briar. The last he’d seen her, her face had been a rivulet of blood and the cave walls had been coming down around them; for all he knew she was buried under Solis’s stones. A fair funeral for a sand-snake, maybe, but something low in his gut still twisted when he thought about it. But he wasn’t thinking about it now. Now he was thinking about the breath of spring on the air, and the pleasant soreness running through his muscles, and – Their Warden, reclining on the cobblestones, unmistakably hungover (Acton is nowhere near the expert Rostislav is, but he he is at least an acolyte). The buckskin swept forward with a laugh, pausing long enough to incline his head toward Isorath. Then he stretched his muzzle toward the Warden – and retreated almost immediately, shaking his head like he’d caught a whiff of ammonia. “Calligo’s tits, Rosti, you smell like the bottom of a barrel.” Even the summer breeze didn’t chase it away, and Acton was tempted to cough, but gamely swallowed it down with a flick of his tail. “You’ve also missed a fair amount of excitement, but I bet Isorath here can catch you up.” His grin was wicked thing, then, as he sought the kirin’s lilac eye, one of his brows arched. Acton had never kept much track of Reichenbach’s love interests – they came and went with the seasons, as he’d pointed out to Raum when the silver Ghost was concerned over Florentine – but the night of the Midwinter festival wasn’t one he was soon to forgot. If nothing else, he was grateful to Isorath’s place in the King Crow’s life just for that little bit of excitement. @Rostislav @Isorath