glitter and gold is the man in the chair
rings on his fingers, and a hardened harsh stare
rings on his fingers, and a hardened harsh stare
The air only grew colder as they left the desert, ghosts in the night, slipping across sand and over the mountains like wraiths. Had Lorca been in the mood to protest his new Sovereign, he would have hissed Stealing from The Night Court at night? Are you fucking stupid? And he would have been correct to protest the timing - anyone that had some sense in their head (and he had plenty) would know that the time to steal from Denocte would be during the Day. The Night Court, for all he had seen of it, was a lively place filled with those that partied all night long - and those that weren't partying were thieving, conniving, sticking knives into guts with savage grins.
If it ever became known that Day Court had anything to do with this attack... there would be retribution.
But let Maxence deal with the fury of The Night Court, let Maxence deal with that horrifying band of Crows that had risen to power, Lorca had a job to do. Avdotya moved with skill beside him, graceful and terrifying with all of her strength and speed. Yet he had been trained as Davke, too. It was often forgotten behind the coy beauty and slick lines of his razor boned face - and that was how he liked it. Let them think he was no threat, let them think he was simply vain and arrogant, a pretty face that let words slip from one ear to the other.
Velorca shared a glance with Avdotya as they drew close to the keep, the sounds of revelry masking their approach.
"There. That one is Rostislav."
The words were a mere murmur, sensual and intimate, but certain. His golden gaze drifted to the hound curled up beside the vast, muscular drunkard. He glanced back to Avdotya, producing a small vial with a cold smile.
"Gila venom. This amount will put it down, but you'll need to silence it... the pain can be quite excruciating."
His expression didn't change as he spoke, that cool, apathetic attitude toward the hound and her master quite chilling. He jerked his head at the sleeping drunk;
"Stick him with some too, just in case he wakes up."
@Rostislav @Avdotya weeeeeeeewwww crazy times
