12-29-2020, 10:24 PM
Reave.
And he does just that: reaves her mind with such a wild, clear gaze. An unearthly hunger and hollowness lives in his blue eyes. Galadriel knows it so intimately and yet cannot understand it, finding sudden comfort in another that might understand her, too. Her little heart melts and her sour face droops and her dark eyes soften - a caving in of the chest, a dipping of her proud head, and eyes that go from shiny amethyst to velvety purple.
"Do I enjoy what?" Riel answers on a breath, voice soft but not without the remnants of a fight. She lifts her head back up but those wild eyes do not find sharpness again, no. How easily she crumbles when an ounce of perceived kindness falls upon her back. Reave has not yet earned her trust but he is almost there after just a few moments - with the right combination of button-pushing, Galadriel might do anything he asks of her.
"That's a weird thing to say," she blurts, mouth curling as she just bit into a lemon. There's the wild-eyed girl again. She doesn't know how to let gentility land just yet; so when it finds her like a delicate balloon, the string slips from her grasp and she watches it float into the sky. Still buttery but not too soft, her eyes drop to the ground and she fights the urge to jump into Reave's memories again.
"Do you enjoy it?" comes as Riel studies the earth beneath them. She still doesn't know what it is.
@[Reave]
And he does just that: reaves her mind with such a wild, clear gaze. An unearthly hunger and hollowness lives in his blue eyes. Galadriel knows it so intimately and yet cannot understand it, finding sudden comfort in another that might understand her, too. Her little heart melts and her sour face droops and her dark eyes soften - a caving in of the chest, a dipping of her proud head, and eyes that go from shiny amethyst to velvety purple.
"Do I enjoy what?" Riel answers on a breath, voice soft but not without the remnants of a fight. She lifts her head back up but those wild eyes do not find sharpness again, no. How easily she crumbles when an ounce of perceived kindness falls upon her back. Reave has not yet earned her trust but he is almost there after just a few moments - with the right combination of button-pushing, Galadriel might do anything he asks of her.
"That's a weird thing to say," she blurts, mouth curling as she just bit into a lemon. There's the wild-eyed girl again. She doesn't know how to let gentility land just yet; so when it finds her like a delicate balloon, the string slips from her grasp and she watches it float into the sky. Still buttery but not too soft, her eyes drop to the ground and she fights the urge to jump into Reave's memories again.
"Do you enjoy it?" comes as Riel studies the earth beneath them. She still doesn't know what it is.
@[Reave]