i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high
Reave has never been overly concerned with being liked, nor has he ever been one to inspire milder emotions in others. He had always found the possibilities to be so much greater when one’s feelings are heightened, wild and tempestuous in the same way his own so often are. Like the storms even now dancing through Obscene’s memories.
Whatever he might try to hide from him, Obscene would find it difficult to keep the truth of his feelings from the armored Northerner. Not when they practically lash themselves at him, a tidal wave of feeling carried by the memories they inspire. And as Reave watches it, the grin on his lips widens, the gleam of his blue eye deepening to something almost dangerously gleeful.
The biting question breaks between them as Obscene tries to school his voice into something uncaring. Reave almost laughs again but manages to repress it into an amused huff. He could feign surprise of his own, but he doesn’t bother. Instead he lightly responds with a question of his own. “Oh, you didn’t know we are related?” He tilts his head, his expression clear enough that Obscene would know the question is rhetorical if he cared to look. “Pity.”
When Obscene finally settles himself enough to allow his own caustic amusement to surface, Reave offers him a small, almost conspiratorial grin. And then he does laugh again - a true laugh this time. The glittering stallion’s second question may not have been intended as humor, but Reave finds it humorous regardless. “I’m quite certain she has,” he replies breezily, sharp gaze lifting to find the Fae’s. “And will do so again.” With a small, controlled toss of his head, Reave’s expression turns wry, his voice nearly dripping with insolence. “I know the warning will do no good, but I would have been remiss if I didn’t offer it.” The blue of his eyes brightens, grin twitching cheekily as he adds, “As a friend, of course.”
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@Obscene