you're a bolt of lightning in the sky now; Obscene

[Obscene]

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

There is a flash of something in those shadowy red-wine eyes as Reave nips him. Something pleasurable, something dark. Something serpentine. He doesn’t flinch from his touch, merely pulls that corner of his lip back momentarily into something else again. A brow is raised as Reave speaks and this time he is certain they have arrived at a juxtapose, that this is the true nature of the visit. So this was the omnipresent power Aela’s brother held, the one that had granted him Nerine at such a young age. A fortuneteller was he?

Despite his reluctance and overall suspicion to all magic in general (including his own), Reave has found his biggest weakness, the one that pulls at all tricksters and Fae. Natural curiosity. He regards the other impassively but he has a feeling even the bone-clad stallion can sense the conflicting battle in his head. He had been content to just exist and float around in life till he died. That had been when he was mortal, before the Pampas and Aela, before magic had settled in his system, when death had been his only future. Before he had met Cheri in the darkness, in the middle of her storm. 

But now? Now that he had a somewhat reluctant purpose and immortality that would keep him alive for years to come…

What could possibly be awaiting him at the end of it all?

It seems to settle itself rather quickly, this battle of wills, and ends with a one worded question as he takes a quiet breath and asks, “And?”

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@Reave