ISORATH
Porcelain hooves clicked against the stone floor in a melodic tune, as the kirin ghosted after the Night King. Long legs carried him elegantly, fine boned and beautiful in the low light which often bathed the Court in it's warmth, gilded scales glittering as the light caressed over his frame. Isorath had alway been at home in the confines of stone walls and high ceilings, draped head to toe in finery and crowns, a prince in every essence of the word. He could linger in tapestry lined hallways and throne rooms and feel at peace, just as he could in the middle of a raging storm.
Yet, as he watched the tenseness coiled in Reichenbach's smouldering frame, he couldn't say the same. No, a stallion such as him was made for the wilds. A King who wrapped himself in smoke and shadows, who ran and the wind howled for his command. He reminded him of the Dhossran of the Expanse, who ruled in open tents beneath the light of the stars, loud and free.
Confined to marble walls and gilded throne rooms would chain everything that made them fierce. Handsome. Wild.
White lashes flicked once under the King's gaze, observing Reichenbach from beneath their snowy canopy. Without his finery wrapped around him, Isorath felt exposed for once, laid bare to scrutiny, rather than the praise he often received. Hair left to the wants and whims of the breeze, trailing behind him in a train of spun starlight and wrapped in soft curls around his scale kissed neck. Reichenbach looked as he always did, all-consuming, powerful. Ruggedly handsome and all the confidance befitting a King, the gilded coins that curled around his coal frame only accentuating the darkness he wore so well.
After a moment, he exhaled a soft breath, head tilting away to hide the smile which ghosted on his lips, silken locks sliding forward to momentarily shield him.
The coyness lasted for but a moment, his eyes are drawn like a moth to the flame as the Night Market is revealed to him. His own hooves carried him forward without his consent, eyes alight with the liveliness in front of him. In passing he had glimpsed but snippets, and they could not hold a candle now. Momentary self-consciousness at his lack of adornments vanished as the curling tea smoke and incense smoke did into the crisp air. Isorath stood beside the Night King, Calligo's starlight and ink tapestry made flesh and blood, oblivious to the eyes that turned their way.
There's a spark in his chest and a nostalgic hum in his bones, which grew with each inhale laced with perfume and baked sweets.
so...what would you like to see first.
Amethysts turned their gaze to Reichenbach as his rich baritone found his ears, a thoughtful hum escaped his pale maw as he considered everything. "Perhaps the foods first? or the tea?" He suggested. "Or the jewelry?" He added as an afterthought and followed by a soft laugh. Indecision was often the bane of him, especially when he was faced with so much and a thirst to see it all. Just as the thoughtfulness came, it went with a fan of long lashes and a mischievous glint reflected in his bejeweled gaze as he regarded the King.
"How about a game as we look? to keep things interesting." Isorath offered with a tilt of his head, taking a step forward further into the market. "A question game, one question at a time and you have to answer. I'll even let you go first, to set the pace."
TAG: @Reichenbach — sorry for the late reply <3
Porcelain hooves clicked against the stone floor in a melodic tune, as the kirin ghosted after the Night King. Long legs carried him elegantly, fine boned and beautiful in the low light which often bathed the Court in it's warmth, gilded scales glittering as the light caressed over his frame. Isorath had alway been at home in the confines of stone walls and high ceilings, draped head to toe in finery and crowns, a prince in every essence of the word. He could linger in tapestry lined hallways and throne rooms and feel at peace, just as he could in the middle of a raging storm.
Yet, as he watched the tenseness coiled in Reichenbach's smouldering frame, he couldn't say the same. No, a stallion such as him was made for the wilds. A King who wrapped himself in smoke and shadows, who ran and the wind howled for his command. He reminded him of the Dhossran of the Expanse, who ruled in open tents beneath the light of the stars, loud and free.
Confined to marble walls and gilded throne rooms would chain everything that made them fierce. Handsome. Wild.
White lashes flicked once under the King's gaze, observing Reichenbach from beneath their snowy canopy. Without his finery wrapped around him, Isorath felt exposed for once, laid bare to scrutiny, rather than the praise he often received. Hair left to the wants and whims of the breeze, trailing behind him in a train of spun starlight and wrapped in soft curls around his scale kissed neck. Reichenbach looked as he always did, all-consuming, powerful. Ruggedly handsome and all the confidance befitting a King, the gilded coins that curled around his coal frame only accentuating the darkness he wore so well.
After a moment, he exhaled a soft breath, head tilting away to hide the smile which ghosted on his lips, silken locks sliding forward to momentarily shield him.
The coyness lasted for but a moment, his eyes are drawn like a moth to the flame as the Night Market is revealed to him. His own hooves carried him forward without his consent, eyes alight with the liveliness in front of him. In passing he had glimpsed but snippets, and they could not hold a candle now. Momentary self-consciousness at his lack of adornments vanished as the curling tea smoke and incense smoke did into the crisp air. Isorath stood beside the Night King, Calligo's starlight and ink tapestry made flesh and blood, oblivious to the eyes that turned their way.
There's a spark in his chest and a nostalgic hum in his bones, which grew with each inhale laced with perfume and baked sweets.
so...what would you like to see first.
Amethysts turned their gaze to Reichenbach as his rich baritone found his ears, a thoughtful hum escaped his pale maw as he considered everything. "Perhaps the foods first? or the tea?" He suggested. "Or the jewelry?" He added as an afterthought and followed by a soft laugh. Indecision was often the bane of him, especially when he was faced with so much and a thirst to see it all. Just as the thoughtfulness came, it went with a fan of long lashes and a mischievous glint reflected in his bejeweled gaze as he regarded the King.
"How about a game as we look? to keep things interesting." Isorath offered with a tilt of his head, taking a step forward further into the market. "A question game, one question at a time and you have to answer. I'll even let you go first, to set the pace."
TAG: @Reichenbach — sorry for the late reply <3
