R E I C H E N B A C H
THE GYPSY BOY WITH A HEART OF BLOOD AND FIRE The sun had descended fully now, and Reich was on his third drink, humming quietly to himself as he sipped at the honeysuckle liquor and watched the festivities. The party was a success, though he hadn't yet seen Aelfwine arrive - and he was waiting on her to begin, for she was one of his closest friends at the Throat, and certainly a party could not start without her. Still, he had danced with Pip and welcomed his Sultan and Sultana, rumbling his pleasantries and watching his friends with eyes full of pleasure. How wonderful it was to live at the Throat - to have a family. In fact, he was so full of joy (and honeysuckle liquor) that he could not help but to toss his ebony curled head and stamp his strong hooves in some strange semblance of elegant dance, which really made him look quite handsome. The flames behind him lit up his mahogany coat quite nicely, also catching the gold hoops in his ears and the coins that tangled amongst his wild hair. They jingled as he danced, creating a merry tune and widening the grin on the Guardians rugged face. Too often, drink made him remember times that hurt his chest, memories of Rhaegar, of Sonnet, Iscariot and Severina rising to haunt him - but tonight he avoided the hurt, and smiled in earnest. Open rapid-fire for anyone that wants to chat to Reich at the party! Possibly @Aelfwine or @Syrena ! |
Force & Magic allowed short of permanent maiming & death