[private] So I keep waiting to touch somebody [Revelrie]

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I can see through you, see your true colors
Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me

When she finally comes up the path, he is careful to keep his red gaze to the sea so she cannot sense the moment of reassurance he has that it's not been her actual ghost he's glimpsed these past months. He hides the small smile he gives himself for guessing correctly that she wouldn’t be able to resist the pull of the weather either. “I believe I corrected you last time but I’m happy to do so again.” He drawls in his lazy indifferent way before finally looking at her. It’s impossible to miss the new feathery appendages that lay across her backside and it is a wicked curl of amusement that momentarily softens the hard lines of his face. She had tricked him and he is delighted as only a Fae could be.

“No, you didn’t.” He observes with that smug smirk that pulls at the soft corners of his lips and twists them into something villainous, that wickedness in his eyes that hide his relief. Glittering rubies in dark sockets linger on the crackling lines along the outer ridges of her feathers. “You must be terribly disappointed.” He simply grins at her because the only thing he can say is no and even that simple word would leave him feeling more vulnerable then he would like. No, he’s not disappointed that she had managed to live. That she had pulled wings out of thin air and let him plummet to an almost certain death below.

He remembers the snake and his grin fades slightly as he turns to watch the lighting cracking in the far distance, as if calling in solidarity to the light that dances along Revelrie's feathery appendages. Out of the corner of his eye he can see her watching too and he steals that moment from her, that moment meant for him, when he finds the softness in her eyes and a joy that hadn’t been there before. It was nice to have a friend like her and he would die before he ever admitted such a thing. He would find a way to set the snake within him on the throat of whoever might foolishly mention that it touched him somewhere in that coldness inside him. That he cared about her, just a little.

She unfurls her wings and he is drawn to look at them again as she asks if he had jumped too. And it is with pure mockery that he acts as if he is thinking as the red of his eyes glitter dangerously at her. “Hmm.. Let me see. You know I think I did.” His voice is sarcastic in all the right places as he tears his gaze from her and that smirk falls back into place. He stares out past the place they had jumped and remembers. “Luckily we both had tricks up our sleeve.” He says, amused and assuming that she had (unfortunately) witnessed the thing he had become on his flight down to the sea. Perhaps she had stayed up there, had simply flown in a circle and landed back on the cliff without him. Taking her favorite place back and outwitting the prankster in one fell swoop and was here now to tease him for his stupidity. Once more he feels that thrill of delight run along his spine and it registers in the crook of his mouth.

On the subject of their insane plummet from the cliff, he snorts softly, still in disbelief that they had done something so insane. “What fools we are.” He says quietly to himself and then laughs because if he said it then it must be true.

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