High Lord of Night's Court; Rhysand (nights_highlord) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2017-01-30 20:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, katherine lokadóttir, ~rhysand |
Who: Katherine & Rhysand
When: Evening
Where: Rhys' Getaway
What: Talking
Rating: T for Teen
Open; To Feyre
The Highlord sat quiet at the kitchen table just barely big enough to seat four--really, it was more like a three person table. Cozy seemed to be the word Mor had used when she put it there. She seemed not to care about the three males who took up more space than they had to spare...But, now it felt all too big as each day stretched on in this land, each night passed with a curious mix of happiness and withering. Most of the time, however, Rhysand did not feel such negative emotions toward the island--only that it could be boring were it not for his lover and friends. Tonight was one of those nights. Everything felt peaceful if not complacent but he was not going to argue it. There were nights that passed sleeplessly as he battled with himself even now what to do here. How to help. How to go home. Yet at the end of all of his arguments he did not want to go back anymore.
He had good reason to stay, after all.
So he read his book, turning a page after dabbing his finger briefly over the tip of his tongue. Occasionally as he shifted so did his wings, massive as they were and fully extended to fill up the entirety of the room like rolling black velvet. A claw at the very tip scratched the tiled floor, tap tapping as it was drawn around. They would stretch open far as they could, touching the ceiling and pushing against it and then collapse like a cape drawn about his back. At the sound of footsteps he called out into the otherwise rather quiet home, "watch the wings."
Because stepping on such delicate beauties would be a tragedy.