05-26-2021, 09:50 PM
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]
"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]