i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high
If Reave had considered Obscene little more than a puppet, they would not be having this conversation. No, he would be having this conversation with Aela instead. But he had come here, curious to see for himself the ways in which this Fae stallion would play into his sister’s machinations. Not because he thought him mindless, but because he thought there was something more lurking there. Something Aela conveniently seems to forget.
Still, Aela may not rule here, but even the Pampas Prince could not deny she has a great deal of influence. As Reave eyes his southern counterpart, Obscene’s declarations falling into the still air between them, he keeps the grin that wants to creep onto his features tempered. For now.
He doesn’t try to interrupt or insert his opinion, instead listening with a faintly curious tip of his head. The mention of Aela’s schemes nearly makes him laugh aloud, though he quells it readily enough. That simple sentence had just made it abundantly clear Obscene had no notion of how much Reave played into his lovely sibling’s schemes. Of how much of her schemes were in fact his. Perhaps Obscene finds it loathsome to be thought of as a puppet. Reave on the other hand finds it amusing. His antics are not taken to bring himself glory though. No, he is fueled instead purely by a desire for chaos. And if his sister should find glory in it rather than him? Well, he would find amusement in that as well.
After all, such visibility makes one an excellent target. And Reave does not care to be a target.
Reave is silent (strangely silent) as Obscene outlines his own desires, making clear his thoughts on separating of Nerine from the North. As though the northernmost peninsula of the continent could possibly be separated from its geographical location. Still, he understands perfectly well Obscene’s meaning. His suggestion. And in the wake of it, Reave remains curiously still, his features unreadable for the first time since he had entered this territory.
When he finally does speak, his voice is level, modulated. Dangerous. “Are you suggesting I might betray my own brothers?” Whether Obscene had realized it, he had just stepped onto a very narrow and treacherous path. Perhaps Obscene had forgotten that Reave’s own kin held the other seats of power in the North. Or perhaps he had banked on Reave’s fickle loyalty to sway him. Now however, regardless of Obscene’s original intentions, whatever he had to offer better be extremely tempting if he wished Reave’s (and Nerine’s) continued friendship.
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