Who: Rhysand & Open When: Afternoon Where: Streets What: Taking a stroll, rather hoping to meet someone. Must make friends! Rating: Low Open
Rhysand could not believe the weeks he had. He would go so far as to say it rivaled his own dramatic life back in Prythian. Every time he saw Katherine it seemed as if they were on the edge of fighting, tooth and nail, or falling down a deep and terrifying rabbit hole of emotional connection. At their dinner two weeks past they had taken two bites of the meal before fighting, making up, and doing far more than apologizing. He apologized physically unto her. A few times. It had been a night to remember, most certainly. One he could hardly ever forget in all his years of living that would come to pass.
Honestly, his heart was warm and he felt good in this place, he felt good about himself. He had only thought of Feyre once since he and Katherine had pushed the linens clear from the bed and that was when he had otherwise explained his connection to the once-human. It had not gone over increasingly well and now he felt unsure where they stood. Rhysand had been desperately honest with her that he felt no such connection the island, no pull or draw to Feyre. He had no bind to anyone--not in the way they had discussed, not in the way centuries of tradition and tales had told it back home.
Then, last week, a fury from Cauldron's own black pit had tormented him. Visions of those he had killed, those he had burned and scoured and taunt. Those he had defiled. Rhysand had done those things to save the thousands of lives hiding in his secret city, to keep the facade that he was a ruthless and horrible lord. No one visited Night Court because of it. No one in the Night Court dare say otherwise because of it. It worked. The few lives he sent to their deaths were worth the many more he saved...weren't they? He had thought so and long ago shed that skin so he might play the role needed of him. Long ago he had dashed all hopes to be civil, to have friends, to have joy in his life.
Yet the island felt empty without his Inner Circle. Katherine was his brightest day, even when they fought. Of course he did have, what he considered, good acquaintance with Emma, Adele, and Sookie the elder...but that was few. He had no male companions to rough around or tease. He had no one to confide in for his feelings but himself.
So, weary of the loneliness, Rhysand went out for a walk. Maybe he'd see someone. He told himself the first person he saw he would say hello to. These weren't his citizens. They wouldn't stop and praise him. They would just get to know him at what he was for they had no notion of his past or self or what he did. And that was a relief in itself.