Bowing to the King

Sirius Revlis · 07-16-2012, 05:10 AM

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The whispered words confirmed what he already knew, deep within. This man was the boy he had known, back when youth had clung to them both, and the world beyond this one had knelt at his feet. They had been delusional, wild, and utterly free. Memories moved like menacing shapes in the dark water of his consciousness, and the tall, lanky man took another step closer. His expression was clean of the layers that usually guarded it - The brooding cunning, the sly guardedness, everything that manipulated his expression melted away by the power of this shock. Here was a face he had never expected to see, or know, again - Like a ghost from a chapter in his life now dead.

The male spoke again, his accented voice chiming in notes of familiarity that Sirius stored within his head, eagerly catching more within tall, erect ears. The hound grinned, and startled, the mocha and cream male reflected the smile, his own yellowed teeth glinting sharply. "You've seen it, now, although I'm not sure that I am not asleep," His voice was a murmur, low and lacking the poisonous power it usually ebbed with. He blinked, once, as though to clear his sight, and came again to the powerful realization that this was truly happening, and Zeitgeist had returned to him once more.

A laugh burst from deep within him. "E sei tu! I miei occhi non mentono. Non sono impazzito da questa aria del nord!" A delighted chuckle accompanied the words, and he stepped closer again, moving to close the space between them so that he might clasp the other tightly. However, the boy stood between them, and he hesitated awkwardly from doing so, pupils lingering on the youth. "And who is this? Stai raccogliendo randagi ancora una volta, amico mio?" Zee had always had a soft spot for the lost and lonely youth of London, Sirius recalled - It had been one of the most endearing qualities to the man.

Sirius Revlis

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