i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high
Aela may not be aware of the battle, but it writes itself in the air around her, in the colliding memories she unwittingly exudes. They tell Reave a story he can easily understand. One that burns inside him too, coursing in the blood they share. Building that spark she had already sensed.
One he cannot wait to ignite.
He doesn’t press further, instead letting the insights he had shared fall into memory. He suspects she had understood though, even if she would never admit it. In the end, he doesn’t need her to admit it. Instead he simply grins, blue eyes burning as they remain fixed on her features - ones made even more beautiful in the light of her anger. Reave would never be that lovely, but of that he is very glad. He would much rather be fearsome than lovely.
Her offer to visit brings a similar glint to his eye, and as Reave lifts his head in an acknowledging tilt, his grin turns a bit wicked. A grin that matches hers corner to corner. In that moment, their similarities are unmistakable. As memories of a shallow cave dance through the ether, Reave nods. There is no question that he would welcome her visit.
Shifting restlessly, Reave replies evocatively, “Don’t wait too long.” He turns to go, taking a few steps before pausing to glance pointedly back, smirk toying with his lips. “You wouldn’t want me to start without you.”
reave
@[Aela]