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.
As though his touch had been the key to unlocking that which hid deeper, her smile breaks through. Such a rare thing to behold, and Reave cannot help but be pleased that it is he who had caused it. Watching her now, he can see the lines of her future coalescing, becoming fewer and fewer, colliding with his. Wrapping around one another in a carnal imitation of what the future could hold for them.
And in the face of such a foretelling, a curl of wicked heat begins to unfurl in his belly. He gazes at her in a new light, curious now that she might feel that same prickling across her skin.
He smiles back at her, blue eyes darkening until his expression becomes decidedly devilish. “I don’t think there is any ‘perhaps’ about it,” he replies, though he does not explain further. Nor does he press. She is not ready to admit to more, and he is not ready to press for it. There is too much wild youth in the both of them still. Too much they have yet to discover before they are ready for such admissions.
When she presses closer, her lips find the edges of glowing bone. Reave does not move, though his limbs grow hot and restless. His bright gaze grows curiously shadowed as it falls to her, following the line of her neck and shoulder. The grin on his mouth falters, as though he couldn’t quite remember to keep it up. He leans closer, her question hanging in the air between them. Reave does not answer it immediately, instead bringing his mouth to within a hair’s breadth of the smooth arch of her crest, breath hot and patient against her skin.
“Do you really want to know?” he breathes, his voice suddenly redolent with sin even as the incorrigible gleam returns to his eye. “It might… surprise you.”
reave
@[galadriel]