[AW] Wham Bam Shang-A-Lang [Meeting]

[Aislinn]

SWITCH THE LIGHT OFF, WELCOME THE NIGHT WHAT’S THE PROBLEM, NOT GONNA MAKE IT RIGHT BITE THE BULLET THEN PULL THE TRIGGER HOLD TIGHT IT’S A FEELING, YOU KNOW Veteris was brimming; wicked and alive, overfilling at the edges with rebellious firelight under a sky of bruised clouds. Electricity thrummed against her skin, dancing and flirting with the wilds of her hair. She herself was the storm, all stardust and thunder and hurricanes. But on this night.. this night, she was no more than a woman. A Champion. A loyal Child of Calligo serving under the King of Stars and Smoke. And oh, the stars were held at bay behind the clouds as night fell. The darkness that gathers clings to each body that sways at the song of drums, each wood pipe and singer, every fire dancer and sword eater. Veteris is so so alive — for the threatening of the storm does not scare away those who call the Night their mistress. The Crown City burns and writhes with the lightning that crackles behind the violet clouds in flashes of ivory. Rain drops dribble and instead of running, they revel. Aislinn herself joins in the merriment, despite the shadows and demons that snap at their borders and throughout the lands of their mortal world. For she will allow herself this night; this night where she will join and be one with Calligo's people. Reichenbach's people. Her people.. for she knows, for so long she has known, that the moment she had stepped away from the Rahilah, this kingdom had truly become her own. Now, her hooves are light in the embers that crackle and simmer beneath her, kissing her flesh in goosebumps where the darkness ends and the midnight of her skin begins. Their laughter and joy is chaotic, breathing passion into unsaid words and the brush of bodies that pulse with each flicker of the bonfires that roar. Denocte! The familiar timbre pulls her; a thread of silver and gold bound in her ribs, akin to her coins that whip violently in the storm breeze. She is a wraith forever bound, a tempest phantom that does not bend to the sizzle of electricity that rises in the air. The stormsinger only walks, her chest heaving with her racing heart, her body still dancing in the fiery pits at her back. But now she stands, silent and watchful, with a gaze of blue flames upon the object of her loyalty. A man who she would no sooner lay her life down for; a man who had become her family; and a man blessed with the stars that riddled the skies behind the curtains of violet. She finds him, noting the regal air that has become so befitting of his stature, and how it does not tame the wildness that clings to each dark curl or the coins that jingle in the wind. He truly was their King. The forces of this world are moving, changing... reacting. Her own smile grows as she watches that shining grin crack across Reichenbach's dark lips. Novus was changing; morphing and moving in all directions. Their world was a storybook of myths and legends breathed to life, and it's inhabitants the pieces of the game board their gods played upon. She refused to balk, to falter. Not an ounce of fear struck her, the demon of her darkness no longer clawing at her vulnerable insides. Calligo had crafted her after all, for she was the storm eternal, night embraced, and the whispering of stars. Her goddess knows that she would do anything, anything, to keep the people of her beloved kingdom safe. No matter the cost; be it her body, her heart, or her very soul. She does not hesitate as her king's voice booms across the crowd, finding each one of them that has clustered to listen to their true King. And the breath in her lungs doesn't pause nor hitch as his words find her like an arrow. Her crown dips, gaze breaking as her lashes fall. At last, as if all this time she has been holding her breath, Aislinn answers. A ghostly fist covers her heart as she swears, on the stars and the moon and the rain drops that fall, "I will serve in this world and the next, should our kingdom ask such of me." And when her crown rises, she rises as Regent, with orbs of brightest blue meeting his of twin moons. Unwavering. A promise made on this night. RUNNING UNDER LIGHTS OFF IN THE SKY NOTHING MATTERS WHEN YOU’RE IN THE FIGHT HOLD YOUR FIRE MAYBE WE CAN MAKE IT ALL RIGHT @reichenbach & friends <3 "Aislinn speech."

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