i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high
Though the day would undoubtedly come that she would not thank him for it, she had managed to steal a place in his fickle heart. If she asked, he would admit to it as easily as he admits to so many things, but it never even occurred to him to offer it first. Of course, it is a dubious honor, given the inconstant nature of it. She had not yet stolen the whole of it, nor is she the only to live there.
Yet, perhaps for them, it is enough. Or perhaps he is as delusional as he sometimes feels. With the past and future vying constantly inside his mind, it becomes increasingly probable.
“The light certainly loves you in return,” Reave murmurs as she lifts her head toward the sun, rakish grin tilting his lips. When her head drops once more, gaze falling to him with a familiar gleam, that dangerous smirk only deepens. Taking a step closer, he teases, “Consider me officially charmed.”
A twinkle of amusement lights his eyes when the question falls from her lips. Instead of replying immediately, he eyes her curiously, something almost like hunger lingering in the depths of his blue eyes. “Making a nuisance of myself,” he finally offers after the silence has stretched just a fraction too long. Grin widening with his humor, he banters, “It might be a bit conceited to admit, but I understand I have quite a talent for it.”
@Israfel