i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high
There is a delight in watching the emotions play as memories surrounding her. Of knowing that this moment is wrapping itself around those particular sensations until every time she feels them, this memory would be carried along with them. Does it make him terrible, this desire to stir such things? This bone-deep longing to know he will always be remembered in at least one small way?
He doesn’t have the answers to that question, and he doubts she would either.
Reave is close enough to feel the heat of her. To see the fire in her eyes as she responds in kind. But then, in the space of a single heartbeat, it feels as though everything changes. Her brilliant violet eyes shutter as the wildness in her is banked abruptly. There is something more crafty about her now, something colder, more purposeful.
As she moves close, mouth against his skin, he can feel the shift in her soft whisper, in the flutter of her lashes against his nose. He doesn’t know quite what had caused this sudden change (a pity he could not read minds too), but her question brings him abruptly back to reality.
Withdrawing, he pulls back to peer at her, blue gaze sharp and fixed. He has never been quite so tempted by a woman before, but he understands now why it is that so many like to blame the heat of the moment. Unfortunately Reave is not nearly so skilled at reigning in his own emotions, so against the allure she had carefully crafted, his eyes burn with an intensity that would carve holes right through her if they could. In his anger, he finds that he does not care to be toyed with.
He doesn’t smile when he answers her questions, the words bitten off as they cross his tongue. “I can.” For a moment he simply stares at her. When he closes the distance he had put between them again, there is a dangerous sort of tension in his movements. A stark contrast to the heated teasing of only moments earlier. “There are many paths that bring us back together,” he affirms in a low drawl, his voice curiously hollow as he speaks. “Is that what you want?” He pauses, mouth so close to the hollow just above her mouth she could no doubt feel his exhale. “Or would you rather take one in which we don’t?”
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