i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high
Power is such a heady thing, dangerous and alluring in all the ways that matter. Reave has never shied away from it. Even when he was young, more colt than stallion, he had taken it for himself the moment he found the opportunity. Interestingly, he has never been loath to share it. He is undeniably selfish, but in this, he recognizes he need not be alone.
And Reave despises being alone. A fault of his, but loneliness gives him far too much time to consider the things he does not wish to think about. He has never told them though, his many companions. He has never told them why he is so reluctant to let them go.
The smile, a wicked and tempestuous thing, pulls at his lips as she leans into his caress. The shiver delights him, and he finds himself wanting to draw another one out.
But then she is caught upon his dare and pulls away. The subtle whisper of power for the taking right next door tugs at her. Yet, the sorrow that flickers over her draws him in. It is intimately familiar. He could have kept her here, but she had demanded all of him. And no matter how great the temptation of never releasing her might be, there is a deeper hunger inside of him.
So he releases her to find that which they both desire, a knife-edged grin upon his lips. “No harm at all.”
Still she surprises him. Will you visit me? He sucks in a breath. Those glittering blue eyes of his jump to hers, the intensity in them unmistakeable. “Of course,” he breathes, moving closer once again. He does not like the distance she had placed between them. There would be more than enough of that in the days to come. “But only if you promise to visit me as well.”
reave
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