i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high
His mind, like hers, is never a quiet place. Unfortunately he cannot shut out his own thoughts. He has learned to settle for filtering them instead, ignoring the whisper of memories and tangled lines of tenuous futures until it suits him to pay attention. He has wondered if those endless spirals are the reason for his restlessness, or if it is merely a fault in his being. It’s hard to tell when he has so many.
Also like her, he finds a strange sort of peace in this place. The shudder of dread does not bother him nearly as much as it does his companion, but the possibilities that linger in this place are endless. There is a ghostly quality to the wreckage here, whispers of past greatness that clamor inside his skull. But it’s not loud. No, there is something far more insidious about these murmurs, and they make him curious rather than repel him.
He turns at the sound of her steps, eyes picking out the shifting of her form in the shadow of the ruins. Her dapples glow in the dusky hue of her skin that blends so well with the darkness. Like the night sky she had been made to resemble. He eyes her with undisguised curiosity as she slips towards him, watching her lips curve upwards as she greets him with a question.
Reave returns her smile with a faintly wicked grin of his own. “Always,” he replies, his voice a soft rumble in the eerie quiet of this place. Rune ruffles himself atop his perch on Reave’s hip, yellow gaze piercing the dappled mare with a fierce stare before abruptly ducking his head to preen the feathers of his wing. Reave says nothing more, instead settling alongside the stranger in companionable silence as he studies her openly.
He has never been shy in his attention, nor would he be now, regardless if it would be considered rude or not. Finally, feet shifting beneath him, Reave breaks his silence to ask her, “You didn’t come here for company, did you?”
@Aubergine