06-27-2021, 07:21 PM
Galadriel likes her games just as much as Reave likes his; but she is horribly surprised when he does not respond well to her change in nature. She blinks, drawing in a slow breath and wondering if this it: do their intertwined futures disconnect here? Did everything she saw for herself that was so much better suddenly evaporate with her abrasiveness? Rel isn't certain, and that lack of certainty is painfully clear on her face. She feels ashamed that she can't hide these emotions in front of him. Ashamed that he brings out the best and the worst in her and offers absolutely no praise in between. That's what settles it:
A sour frown spreads slowly across her face.
Rel feels her body more than her mind respond to the darkness Reave portrays. She holds the breath she drew in and peers up at him with wide, nearly innocent indigo eyes. The betraying heart in her chest pounds with the stress and want (the want to what she does not know, not quite yet, but time will tell). Rel blinks again, allowing the smallest of smirks to curl her lips.
"Of course that's what I want," she breaths out on that held air, and it's apparent that she's been holding her lungs in the way her whisper is so reverent. Rel closes her eyes now, overwhelmed, certain that he'll have her now that she's conceded but still feeling so terribly uncertain. "Take me wherever you go, then," she adds, opening her eyes that burn with a molten desire for more. For him, for power, for knowledge. She's certain he's the key to it. To everything she's ever wanted and more.
"I don't even know your name," Galadriel finally exhales, suddenly tired. She leans forward, wondering if he'll offer her his weight.
@Reave
A sour frown spreads slowly across her face.
Rel feels her body more than her mind respond to the darkness Reave portrays. She holds the breath she drew in and peers up at him with wide, nearly innocent indigo eyes. The betraying heart in her chest pounds with the stress and want (the want to what she does not know, not quite yet, but time will tell). Rel blinks again, allowing the smallest of smirks to curl her lips.
"Of course that's what I want," she breaths out on that held air, and it's apparent that she's been holding her lungs in the way her whisper is so reverent. Rel closes her eyes now, overwhelmed, certain that he'll have her now that she's conceded but still feeling so terribly uncertain. "Take me wherever you go, then," she adds, opening her eyes that burn with a molten desire for more. For him, for power, for knowledge. She's certain he's the key to it. To everything she's ever wanted and more.
"I don't even know your name," Galadriel finally exhales, suddenly tired. She leans forward, wondering if he'll offer her his weight.
@Reave