High Lord of Night's Court; Rhysand (nights_highlord) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2016-02-15 10:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, katherine lokadóttir, ~rhysand |
Who: Rhysand & Katherine
When: Evening
Where: Outside ThoKaSif House
What: Hangin', or something
Rating: Medium
Closed
It wasn't that Rhysand couldn't go out in the day, or the light, but he chose not to. It was bright and horrific and he didn't like it. The island reminded him of his enemy, of the man who had won for his contract with Feyra was void in this place. He did not get her, he could not be with her and keep her close. His little queen...
Another day pacing around left Rhysand in a mood. He had to get out of the apartment, to see someone and talk to someone. He had no servants. He had no courtiers. He had nothing but his rich clothes and some favorite bits of decor and memorabilia from home. The island gave him so little purpose and he had to find something to do...someone, if needed. Anything to get his mind off of his loss.
That Emma had certainly been fun. He debated giving her a ring for another round of drinks when he stood at his grand view, high in the apartments, and saw someone down in their yard across the street. Well, she would do. They were friendly...more or less. Ha. Turning, putting his phone in his pocket, Rhysand went for his long jacket and put it on as his body disappeared into the shadows themselves, not even needing to open or close a door to exit the home. The High Lord was outside in moments, crossing the street as he materialized from the black smoke of night. Dressed in full black, of course, he glittered with strands so subtle in his sleek tunic with silver threads. He was princely in his garb, hands tucked into his pockets knocking the hemline back behind his wrists.
"Good evening," he said.