i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high
It’s not so much that he is familiar with every dip and hollow as it is his lack of care that lends confidence to his steps. He might trip over an unseen hole just as easily as anyone else, or he might not. It is not his nature to worry about such things, so he simply does not. Undeniably foolhardy, but then, he always has been.
There is the barest moment of vulnerability in her feminine features before that saccharine smile is back on her face. He nearly laughs at her words, but manages to channel it into a wide, amused grin and glinting gaze before musing aloud, “Is that so?”
Perhaps, on the surface, her intentions are clear enough, but Reave would never believe it to be the full story. He has never been content to merely scratch at the surface of things. Now, when he senses so much more underneath, he couldn’t possibly keep himself from digging.
But he has enough patience to wait.
As they continue, the strange outline of one of Reave’s favorite places comes into view. A garden filled with unusual-looking plants rising so innocuously from the moors. Carnivorous plants. Reave is just turning to peer at her when she offers her odd sentence of approval. He doesn’t say anything immediately in response, instead continuing until they reach the outer edges of the garden before returning his attention to her with an inscrutable cant of his head.
“And why was that?” he finally asks, his low voice as inscrutable as his expression.
@Bardot