i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high
Like him, she has a vast future sprawling before her, waiting to be discovered. Her past is still short and brief, the experiences that gave rise to the true depth of emotion that would inevitably wrap her in memories still to come. It’s intoxicating in a way - to look at another being and know their life had yet to be lived, to imagine the things that might come. In this moment, Reave is little more than a precursor for her.
There is power in that knowledge. A heady power that may not yet be suited for someone like Reave, a young man with such a wild and chaotic energy still churning inside, no outlet in sight.
The grin on the edge of his lips blooms in truth at her response, the softness of her words redolent with the flavor of her uncertainty and growing bravery. He tilts his head curiously, peering at her as the question leaves her. His foot, unconsciously lifted, returns to the ground as he shifts with a restless energy.
Still, the implications of her question strike him, making him wonder what she’d looked like before. He could look, of course. Even might. But why risk ruining what fun there could be had if he didn’t just yet?
“No,” he replies easily, gaze sharpening as he studies her with a roguish eye. “I can’t say it did.” He pauses, moving closer, gaze never wavering. He reaches out as though to brush her golden shoulder with his nose, but before he can quite touch her, he abruptly withdraws, expression devilish. “So you changed colors, hm?” His grin widens ever so slightly, and when he continues, his question is leading, as though they had only begun to scratch the surface of his true purpose. “Do you think you’ll change colors again?”
reave
@[Israfel]