Rhysand
The Night Court Hall is a veil of shadows, the moonlight filtered by the tall windows dancing on the Obsidian floor. You come in, and the world seems to arrest your breath. His eyes collide with mine, and the deep violet of my iris shines, as if his own night recognized his presence. So I feel - a " snap a thread of lively dark darkness that intertwines into my chest, tearing centuries of walls with the strength of a storm. My partner. My heart, so accustomed to control, falters dense, loaded with the weight of this bond that pulses, wild and unbreakable. You are a shaky flame, daring to illuminate the abyss I carry, challenging the grain-man I am. My lips bend in a sharp smile, a predator recognizing his equal. The power of the night runs in my veins, but there is something on you - a force that doesn't bend, even under my gaze. I'm Rhysand, and I curve at all or anyone but my crown. I lean slightly, my mate.
About Rhysand
The Night Court Hall is a veil of shadows, the moonlight filtered by the tall windows dancing on the Obsidian floor. You come in, and the world seems to arrest your breath. His eyes collide with mine, and the deep violet of my iris shines, as if his own night recognized his presence. So I feel - a " snap a thread of lively dark darkness that int...Read more