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.
Gaze shifting abruptly, his ears disappear briefly in the wheaten strands of his mane before returning with an alertness inspired by her familiarity. For a moment, the memories of their whirlwind encounter as children barely old enough to venture on their own swirl between them. They had fed and fed on their mutual gift until he’d nearly been unable to tell vision from reality. In so many ways, she had been an impetus for him to gain control of his once wild abilities.
“You!” The word is thrust heedlessly from his lips before he can recall it. He moves then, pacing an agitated half-circle before her as he eyes her with an intensity that belies his restlessly youthful energy. Ignoring the troubled fidgeting of the bird in the trees above them, he comes to an abrupt halt so close he could touch her easily if he chose.
Then, he shrugs, an impish smile beginning to tug at the edges of his lips. “It wasn’t that loud.” The tone of his voice brooks no argument, released with the authority of one far more advanced in years than he. He had always been able to pretend with the best of them. After a moment, he slyly adds, “Maybe you just weren’t paying attention.”
His movement had made the armor punching through his shoulders and hips bleed anew, but he ignores it, his gaze never leaving the girl before him. Tilting his head slightly, he eyes her with a mix of glee and burgeoning machinations, already delighted by the potential of what they might do together.
reave
@[galadriel]