High Lord of Night's Court; Rhysand (nights_highlord) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2018-05-06 09:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, katherine lokadóttir, ~rhysand |
Who: Rhysand & Katherine
When: May 6, Afternoon
Where: Velaris
What: Through the door. A proposal?!!?
Rating: TBD
Closed
In the five days that had passed since the door to Velaris appeared, Rhysand had gone through each day but one. His original plans to avoid familiar faces and friends dissolved quickly on the first trip through. He had not gone far beyond the door, only into the cottage, but he encountered many signs of his Inner Circle and assumed they continued to be summoned to the home or visited regularly on their own accord. Everything looked the same. Same as he had left it. Everything looked as if day to day proceedings went on as normal. Like he wasn't missing or gone or off on great adventures with a different mate than the one fate had laid out for him in this world.
Because he wasn't. His own double was taking care of everything as it should be. No doubt Feyre's was the same. Idly he wondered where they were and what they were doing. He snickered to himself and thought, don't pretend you don't know.
On the second day he went out into the city and roamed the streets. His bond was always open, full of happiness and imagery of everything he saw. Katherine could see it at will any time. He passed along the vibrant colors of paintings and clothing. He showed her the starry sky at night and the dancing people who rejoiced that their world was saved. There was damage, too, broken buildings and torn streets from the battle he couldn't remember from his own perspective. He only remembered it through Feyre's eyes. To see it brought him sorrow and that traveled down the bond as well when he came to a bridge broken in two, no longer usable. Rhysand stood at the bridge for a solid thirty minutes as his heart filled with regret and guilt at not having been there--even if he knew he was there. Just not himself. He, a version of Rhysand, had done everything in his power--everything he, this Rhysand, would have and could have done. But knowing that did not stop him from the remorse.
The third day he left Velaris entirely. Wings spreading wide he went into the hellish mountain of the true Night Court. No part of him absolutely wanted to see it, to be there, but he also felt it was his duty and obligation to ensure everything was still running as it should regardless of his double keeping charge. The encounter was none to pleasant as expected. Bond still wide open, not wanting to keep anything from Katherine, she could look on first hand at the dark halls full of those whose compass did not point so morally North. One usurper was put down within seconds. Rhysand only had to look at him before the man's blood went cold, mind melting to nothing but jelly within his skull. "Pathetic," the High Lord said and then turned and whisked away through the rest of the Nightmarish mountain. No one else bothered him that day and he returned home with a heavy sigh as he lay in bed. He had forgotten how difficult a mask that was to wear and felt exhausted when his head hit the pillow.
He did not go back on the fourth day. Rhysand awoke with a headache and realized he had gone soft on the ship. Though his heart remained strong and his strength of will true he no longer had the need to hold up his wicked and cruel facade. Doing so, now, was draining. Most of the 4th he simply lay around, relaxed, and read. Velaris would survive without him. It had not missed him since he left, it would not miss him now. So instead of worrying about the court he worried about his family. The day was spent planning a surprise--and, of course, being inspired by the genuine love Sunila and Jake carried for one another. Rhysand went to their wedding with glad tidings and presents.
Finally on the fifth day, yesterday, Rhysand went through the door and flew well beyond the city and outside of the court's mountain range. He closed the bond this day, not from Katherine entirely but only from showing her his journey and what it is he was fetching. He flew and winnowed clear across all of Prythian down to the Autumn Court in search of the finest jewel he could find. He would need it for you see he was going to propose to Katherine. While the ring Feyre had returned to him would be well suited--it was his mother's and held great sentimentality to him--it was a ring full of memories with another woman. It did not seem appropriate to give the ring to Katherine, whether he had those memories or not, because it was also not fair to Feyre to have to look at it each time she saw the other woman. Their relationship was messy. Complicated. He would not weave broken threads together any longer. So something fresh, new, and more beautiful than anything he'd ever beheld in his life would have to make do.
The Court did not greet him as well as he hoped, though better than he expected if he was honest. He told them of his quest and the jewelers met with him promptly. Of course it was not an engagement ring by definition; they believed he was wed to the High Lady, after all. So a present for his love, of course. A messy lie but one they wouldn't remember when he left. Their minds were wiped as soon as the gem was set upon the ring, put in the box, and he disappeared back to Velaris. For a while he visited with his people once more and then as evening set he returned home to his family on the ship somewhere in space.
So then it came the sixth day. The Day. Rhysand awoke with excitement, perhaps infectious to his mate as he sprung out of bed. "I have to go to Velaris today," he told her in a hurry that morning. "I will come back for you if you want to go through today, alright?" He kissed her deeply, proclaimed his love, and left. There was much to set up. Much to do! Bond open to speak but not to see he await with hope for her summons all the while preparing the most perfect of plans.