i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high
Regret is not something Reave has ever been terribly familiar with. The echoes of his desires are too wild and wanton to allow for something like regret to fill it. The gnashing claws of jealousy perhaps, or the distant call of rage, but never regret. There is too much in this world to live for to allow such a thing.
Still, he cannot speak for her, no matter how similar they might be. For all his strength, he is weak when it comes to matters of the heart. And no matter how much he might recognize it, he cannot seem to beat it back.
“Sometimes I wonder,” he replies softly, that shadowed smile flashing across his lips once more. He never liked to believe he is a fool, but sometimes he has to wonder if, in this, he just might be. Still he revels in her touch, the cool whisper of her breath against his skin. And he is left aching and hollow when she withdraws, her words demanding despite her acquiescence.
She does not plead, but still he can taste it on the air.
“You said you wanted everything.” There is a hint of ferocity in the quiet swells of his voice, in the prickly blue of his gaze. “So I will show you everything.” And he would. She would know what a truly faithless creature he is. That he has no right to be upset with her when she should be just as upset with him. And she would know the furious pull of his desires. The future that he wants. The way he enjoys how his insidious touch can bring the chaos of his heart to fruition. Would she want that with him too? Would she stand by his side to watch how prettily they could make things break apart?
He desperately hopes she would.
reave
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