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my name is adrenaline; Galadriel - Reave - 05-06-2021 i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high The sun has just reached the horizon in it’s downwards arch when Reave finds himself at the edges of the deep forest . Even with the northern moors now his, he cannot quite tame the restlessness of his feet. Tempered perhaps, but never tamed. There is so much in the world he has yet to see, so much he has only recently found to explore, that the wild temptation is far too much for the young stallion. reave @[galadriel] RE: my name is adrenaline; Galadriel - galadriel - 05-17-2021 Sour-faced, as she always has been, Galadriel squints up at the sun. Her face is scrunched and lips flattened, just unpleasant enough to make any onlooker think she is hiding a lemon beneath her tongue. The sun is not necessarily unwelcome to Rel. She doesn’t mind its warmth nor does she mind its guidance; but ever since it came back, she struggles to formulate the visions she so perfectly crafted in utter darkness. Here, beneath sweat and sticky fur, she can’t seem to focus enough on her magic to make the world spin on her own personal axis—and if she is not spinning, orbiting, creating the perfect space, then she is as mentioned above: perfectly sour. So, Galadriel storms through the forest, pausing beneath every large break of the canopy to scowl furiously at the sun. It beats down on her good-naturedly, and she imagines a massive burning ball with giant fists punching her muscles all while wearing a wide-mouthed grin. Huff, she sighs, stepping recklessly forward into the ball of gas that appeared just before her. “Oh!” Rel cries, flinching as if the envisioned star might burn her; but instead her head pushes through the intangible sun she created. “Oh,” she repeats, sly smirk curling one side of her mouth upward. My magic is back. For a time, yes. Her magic is back. Rel walks with the star that hovers beside her, always keeping pace. Even as the sun goes down and strangers peer at her and her new companion, she simply walks, too afraid to change her thoughts or even her path because the little sun might disappear. It’s when she stumbles Reave that the star disappears. She looks at him with a decidedly sour frown, eyes narrowing. Galadriel can’t tell if he noticed her already, but that doesn’t matter. He made her magic disappear. “Why are you snorting so loudly?” Rel demands as she approaches him, gait far too aggressive for an apparently innocent stranger. @[Reave] RE: my name is adrenaline; Galadriel - Reave - 05-18-2021 i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high He is pulled from his conversation with Rune by the loud and angry steps of a newcomer. She approaches with the barely restrained aggression of one who has found themselves in a situation they are entirely unhappy about. It is a step Reave recognizes, because it is one he too has made all too often. reave @[galadriel] RE: my name is adrenaline; Galadriel - galadriel - 05-26-2021 You! "Me!" Galadriel cries back on instinct, brow furrowing with the might of an outraged girl that too often gets her way. She snorts, lifting her head and molten eyes to stare up defiantly at the stranger. It's then that she remembers the instant push and pull between them, the shared gift. She huffs, clamping her lips together in a slightly-less furious frown - only to have that rage be reignited when Reave begins a circle that Rel perceives as deeply condescending. A roll of her eyes and a contemptuous slap of her tail is the only response Rel gives Reave when he stops. She offers him that same fearless look, gaze blazing a ferocity and a knowing that traces back to their brief time as children. The smirk on his face is so deeply infuriating that the force of keeping her snark inside herself sends a shiver across her body. Rel has never answered well to authority, and today she'll discover that youthful, presumptuous authority makes her skin writhe with anger and discomfort. Galadriel doesn't hear the rest of what Reave says because her eyes are wandering to the nice curve and trickle of bone, muscle, and blood. It's quite a combination, crimson mingling with white and clay-red. The ivory bone gleams pure at the tips but drips darkly at the scrambled edges of growth and flesh. "What's that like?" Rel breathes out, nearly reaching forward to brush her nose against one of the jutting bones. Already she's forgotten her rage, lost in the midst of shared experiences and new discoveries. @[Reave] RE: my name is adrenaline; Galadriel - Reave - 05-27-2021 i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high She is exactly as he remembers, radiating a furious energy that writes stories in every line of her rainbow-bright skin. As children, he had risen to match her with a wildness that had felt both wonderful and impossible at the same time. Now, though she has grown to better contain it, he can still feel the way it emanates almost intoxicatingly. reave @[galadriel] RE: my name is adrenaline; Galadriel - galadriel - 06-03-2021 Galadriel barely remembers what she ate for breakfast, much less the delicate ins and outs of her interactions with Reave when they were children. If she were to know how easily he remembers, how easily he wields his power, she might grow ever slightly demure. Quiet but still frowning, allowing him to have a bit of respect simply because in her eyes, he is one of the only individuals to ever earn it. Alas, Rel does not know how he remembers. Perhaps one day Reave will share with her his version of their mingling, but for now, she merely scowls. The blood trickles in ways that Rel finds fascinating. She wonders how her blood might leak, terribly unsatisfied with the scrapes and bumps she gave herself as a child. This was much more curious, more satisfying, this bone that managed to protect and destroy the very same being. The girl purses her lips and cocks her head, fluttering lashes rapidly as she tries to imagine what protruding bone might feel like on her torn skin. Painful. Hm, Rel pulls back, tucking her chin to her chest. Those deviant amethyst eyes peer up at Reave, flashing irritation that she has to look up at him at all (how demeaning). She breathes out slowly, considering the slightest inkling of admiration she feels for him - but mostly considering how she finds him terribly handsome in that bone mask. The smooth roll of Reave's voice pulls Galadriel from such a violent revelation. She takes a single uncertain step back, her ever-frowning face now slightly exposing confusion (but still furrowing, always furrowing). "I am always mad," she states matter-of-factly. "Are you not?" @[Reave] she has a crush, the dumb baby RE: my name is adrenaline; Galadriel - Reave - 06-04-2021 i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high It is his blessing and his curse to remember. To see the knotted and tangled lines of the past lain out so clearly before him. To find the many ways in which they fray into the future, creating possibility upon possibility for what might come to pass. The strange ability that had begun in his grandmother had grown, found new corners to unleash, new information to reveal as it surged through him. And he can see how in the future, it might yet be so much more. reave @[galadriel] RE: my name is adrenaline; Galadriel - galadriel - 06-08-2021 Galadriel always feels as if she, or something, is tearing out of her skin. As if her rage is a child and she might give in and die to some bloody birth. And standing here so furiously before Reave, it's not her anger that is scratching viciously at her skin, no. It's not anger, nor sadness, nor some bratty instinct. And yet it has claws just as razor-sharp, teeth just as big, a mind just as quick. Rel shifts uncomfortably with the force of it, chin tilted up in what she hopes is indignation (but is really some flirtatious lilt, a showing of her neck, a tease of how her jugular pulses quickly with her heartbeat). She doesn't know what it means to want something, not like this, but when the thought of pressing her mouth to Reave's exposed bone arrives with serious intrusiveness, Rel can't be rid of it. And she lives in denial of how she likes the way it feels: crawling up her throat, bursting in her chest, throbbing in her joints. It's when Reave touches her that the creature finally breaks through. The attraction starts softly, like a chick from an egg. First a beak, then a single eye, then a claw through a separate hole. Rel feels the numbing, calming sensation flood every artery, every vein, every capillary. Her muscles loosen, her jaw slacks, her eyelids grow heavy. He knows her so well because of their shared power, their crossed paths; and because Galadriel rarely meets someone that so easily matches her strength. "Perhaps one day I can turn this rage into true armor," she murmurs, tilting her head up again, blinking once, then twice, and offering the ghost of a smile. She feels her pride creep away and curl up, like a docile, napping kitten. "I am many things, too, though too often I am only rage." Rel pauses, looks away, gulps. She isn't sure if she is ready to admit anything else. "What else are you?" the question just above a whisper, so very secretive, like Galadriel knows she shouldn't be prying. She reaches out, now, spurred on by the lack of sensation in her skin. Reave's bone is smooth on her lips, cool. Rel doesn't want to pull away. @[Reave] RE: my name is adrenaline; Galadriel - Reave - 06-09-2021 i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high He can feel the stir of her emotions on the breath of space around her, brief, bright flashes of now. There is nothing from before, because she has no other memories tied to what rises in her. It’s a curious thing to watch, knowing a new memory will be made from this. Knowing that memory has yet to be written, that he could help write it. It brings with it a queer sort of satisfaction. reave @[galadriel] RE: my name is adrenaline; Galadriel - galadriel - 06-14-2021 Oh, she wants to know. She wants to know so terribly that her chest shivers with the might of it. Galadriel prays that whatever Reave has to show her does surprise her, for without that shock, she might grow bored. (Heaven forbid a mind such as hers grows bored - chaos will most certainly ensue.) She is admittedly enraptured, both by his belief in her ferocity and future and by the mischievous glow in his eyes. Yes, they seem to be thinking the same thing: together, they could be so deliciously wicked and powerful. A slow breath of air leaves Rel's mouth as she stretches upward toward Reave's ear, following some deeply ingrained instinct she didn't even know existed. "I think I'll like whatever it is you'll surprise me with," she whispers, then pulls away sharply, charming grin morphing her face into something lovely. "I can surprise you, too," she states simply, pale tail flicking back and forth as if to emphasize her statement. Her eyelids flutter and cheeks wrinkle as the grin on her face grows. As the memory of their first encounter begins to grow clearer, Rel calls forth the little version of Reave that lives in her mind. He's not a perfect replica, as her memory is far from perfect, but he's pretty damn close. The girl looks down on the boy, grin lowering to a small smile. "Where were we? Do you remember?" shes asks, then after a beat moves her gaze back to Reave. "You made me feel understood, even then, as a child." @[Reave] |