09-11-2017, 10:27 PM
Reagan
I want you to know that I'm all yours; you and me, we're the same force.
When she had laid her eyes on his daughter, and had heard tell the tale of the Wraith with the “Red Eyes,” she should have known exactly that he was back. And now that she knew, it was all she could do to leave her daughter in the safety of the Volcano, and make her way to the most obvious place a man with a new lease on life—real new, if she could bet on it considering that she had placed a wreath upon his grave—would head.
A man with no memory of himself, or of those he once knew.
The scent of him wafted off in waves to her, and now that she could taste it on her tongue, she wondered how she could not have noticed his scent on the breeze before now.
When she finally does lay eyes on him, it is with a generous sigh of relief. He is not alone. Less awkward to approach him and be like Hey, we fucked once upon a time ago… Was it good for you? Because honestly, when it came to it, they had been so much more. Brief, whirlwind, and intoxicating. Seeing him with someone else… it made it less awkward. More Formal.
And opportunity to recruit.
“I see that you are both new here,” she says, trying to keep her tone even. “I come on behalf of Tephra. I’m relatively new there myself, but I was passing through and…” She darts her emerald gaze to Cross’ ruby one… A torrid of memories come flooding back. Those scars. She knew almost every one of them intimately. Had kissed them, healed them.
She wondered if he remembered her at all.