LIESEL
she stole the thief's heart
The Night Court was charming and dangerous — and so much rowdier than Dawn. Liesel had already decided she liked the roughness of it, the abandon and joyousness with which many of the Night Court folk lived their lives. It was so different to the scholarliness of Dawn, where most of the citizens were more interested in discussing politics, healing arts and whatever else more intelligent minds than hers got excited about.
There were so many things to look at, too many, her warrior's mind murmured, even as her golden eyes slid over every nook and cranny, every bright-eyed resident. She had not been entirely on board with sending a group of Dawn's finest as mediators between the other Courts — not when their own Court was so undefended. Her voice of warning had been swallowed by Dawn's hatred of war though... and so here they were. She, however, was not her to mediate.
She was here to protect.
To show that though Dawn might have been interested in aiding their fellow Courts, they would not tolerate mistreatment or misbehaviour from their brothers and sisters. She was a swift blade of justice, prepared to shut down any thought of trouble swiftly and silently.
Speaking of...
She felt his eyes on her before she saw him, a swaggering figure of gold and black, his grin as arrogant as it was charming. Her own gaze flicked over him swiftly before turning back to the group huddled in the Courtyard, their voices menial as they tried to discuss ways to better the relationship between Night and Day. She'd lived in Novus such a short amount of time and already she knew that Day and Night had been, and always would be, on rocky footing. They were too different, and both Courts had tempers that ran swift and true.
“Are you one of the Dawn peacemakers, come to tell us to behave?”
A knowing smile touched her soft lips as she turned, silver hair shifting in the new spring breeze to send the scent of vanilla and coconut wavering through the still-cold doorway.
"Why? Are you misbehaving?"
Lupine eyes touched each sharp corner of him, the razor edge of that grin, the striking colour of his skin, the chaos shrugging off his shoulders in waves. Handsome, and reckless. He appeared to her as the perfect representation of the court, his night-dark hair shining like crows wings, his eyes bright and far too confident for comfort. This was the arrogance of Night — they knew they were beautiful and enchanting, they knew their spell could transform even the hardest of hearts.
But he did not know her, and she would not be fooled by the charm of a Night boy.
@Acton ma boiiiii so keen! <3
There were so many things to look at, too many, her warrior's mind murmured, even as her golden eyes slid over every nook and cranny, every bright-eyed resident. She had not been entirely on board with sending a group of Dawn's finest as mediators between the other Courts — not when their own Court was so undefended. Her voice of warning had been swallowed by Dawn's hatred of war though... and so here they were. She, however, was not her to mediate.
She was here to protect.
To show that though Dawn might have been interested in aiding their fellow Courts, they would not tolerate mistreatment or misbehaviour from their brothers and sisters. She was a swift blade of justice, prepared to shut down any thought of trouble swiftly and silently.
Speaking of...
She felt his eyes on her before she saw him, a swaggering figure of gold and black, his grin as arrogant as it was charming. Her own gaze flicked over him swiftly before turning back to the group huddled in the Courtyard, their voices menial as they tried to discuss ways to better the relationship between Night and Day. She'd lived in Novus such a short amount of time and already she knew that Day and Night had been, and always would be, on rocky footing. They were too different, and both Courts had tempers that ran swift and true.
“Are you one of the Dawn peacemakers, come to tell us to behave?”
A knowing smile touched her soft lips as she turned, silver hair shifting in the new spring breeze to send the scent of vanilla and coconut wavering through the still-cold doorway.
"Why? Are you misbehaving?"
Lupine eyes touched each sharp corner of him, the razor edge of that grin, the striking colour of his skin, the chaos shrugging off his shoulders in waves. Handsome, and reckless. He appeared to her as the perfect representation of the court, his night-dark hair shining like crows wings, his eyes bright and far too confident for comfort. This was the arrogance of Night — they knew they were beautiful and enchanting, they knew their spell could transform even the hardest of hearts.
But he did not know her, and she would not be fooled by the charm of a Night boy.
@Acton ma boiiiii so keen! <3
