hanged, but did not die,
“There’s so many to choose a favorite from… you seem to have built yourself up quite the collection, your Majesty.”
Reich smiled at the comment, pleased that there was someone in the castle that had a respect for the art and artists he had collected — not all of them his, some had hung in the keep for years before he'd even taken his first breath... but Ixion's was his, and a select few others. He'd never intended on hanging them in the gallery but it had seemed a shame to let them hang anywhere but amongst the famed art of his city.
“Or maybe he just hadn’t seen enough?”
He turned his eyes sharply to Ipomoea, then dipped his head, eyes softening as he conceded...
"Perhaps.."
Ipomoea was watching the porcelain girl, better at hiding his emotions than Reichenbach... but only just, for The Night King sensed a nervousness emanating off of the Emissary that had never been there before — and those crimson eyes lingered all too long on the dainty girls reaction.
"The honour is mine, Messalina — Anyone from Delumine is welcome within Denocte."
So it had been since he had met with Kasil — a fine man, who shared his vision for the future. Only that future was crumbling now, politics and affairs of the heart proving to be a volatile and messy mix... and the blame lay solely on The Night Court and it's Sovereign. Still, the bond between Dawn and Night was strong, proven by the visitors before him. Would they wander so willingly into Solterra? He wondered, his argent eyes keen against their satin skins.
"Though I did not know much of Ixion, it is only fitting for him to have hailed from the Night Court.”
Another pleased smile flitted across his smoky lips at the words, so polite and eloquent — Messalina and Isorath would have had a field day together.
"I'm glad you think so, though..."
Reichenbach paused a moment, striding past them for a moment before arriving before a painting half-hidden by shadow, he frowned, using the telekinesis gifted by Tempus to slide the painting into the light. It depicted the Dawn Court gilded by the rising sun, colours of rose and gold swirling like oil and water over the pale stone.
".. he was also an avid painter of the Dawn."
@Ipomoea @Messalina <3
Reich smiled at the comment, pleased that there was someone in the castle that had a respect for the art and artists he had collected — not all of them his, some had hung in the keep for years before he'd even taken his first breath... but Ixion's was his, and a select few others. He'd never intended on hanging them in the gallery but it had seemed a shame to let them hang anywhere but amongst the famed art of his city.
“Or maybe he just hadn’t seen enough?”
He turned his eyes sharply to Ipomoea, then dipped his head, eyes softening as he conceded...
"Perhaps.."
Ipomoea was watching the porcelain girl, better at hiding his emotions than Reichenbach... but only just, for The Night King sensed a nervousness emanating off of the Emissary that had never been there before — and those crimson eyes lingered all too long on the dainty girls reaction.
"The honour is mine, Messalina — Anyone from Delumine is welcome within Denocte."
So it had been since he had met with Kasil — a fine man, who shared his vision for the future. Only that future was crumbling now, politics and affairs of the heart proving to be a volatile and messy mix... and the blame lay solely on The Night Court and it's Sovereign. Still, the bond between Dawn and Night was strong, proven by the visitors before him. Would they wander so willingly into Solterra? He wondered, his argent eyes keen against their satin skins.
"Though I did not know much of Ixion, it is only fitting for him to have hailed from the Night Court.”
Another pleased smile flitted across his smoky lips at the words, so polite and eloquent — Messalina and Isorath would have had a field day together.
"I'm glad you think so, though..."
Reichenbach paused a moment, striding past them for a moment before arriving before a painting half-hidden by shadow, he frowned, using the telekinesis gifted by Tempus to slide the painting into the light. It depicted the Dawn Court gilded by the rising sun, colours of rose and gold swirling like oil and water over the pale stone.
".. he was also an avid painter of the Dawn."
while he was being buried,
he arose and asked for a drink.
@Ipomoea @Messalina <3
