i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high
The Guardian has never been a stallion that inspires comfort in others. If anything, he has always been the very opposite. Though it is not a purposeful thing, his very presence seems to carry with it a sense of chaotic recklessness. He has become very skilled at convincing his companions to do things they should not, to accompany him on his wildest pursuits.
In many ways, his partnership with Aela has worked so well because they are good at very different things. Aela’s calm and intense focus, her end goal always uppermost in her mind, is the perfect foil to the tempestuous nature of his own.
Reave nearly laughs again at Obscene’s nonchalant responses. He hadn’t expected the other stallion to find comfort in his words. Indeed, he would have been surprised if he had. For all that the Fae tries to bury it beneath mindless inebriation and a biting tongue, Reave recognizes intelligence when he sees it. If he didn’t have at least some, Aela never would have bothered with him in the first place. No, if he had been unintelligent, his darling sister would have flirted until he was hopelessly in love before using him as fodder for what is to come.
Would Obscene appreciate knowing he is more than mere fodder? Reave doubts it, but maybe there is a surprise lurking here still.
When the other stallion lifts his head to tap Reave’s mouth, the bone-clad stallion’s eyes gleam wickedly as he nips lightly as the glittering skin beneath his teeth. If his southern counterpart wished to play such games, Reave has no qualms about returning them in kind.
When the Fae continues, asking Reave why he is still here, he tilts his head, eyeing him openly. A faint smirk tugs at his lips, but when he replies, there is something far more intense in his voice. “I wanted to see your future,” he replies, as though his statement were the most natural thing in the world.
He does have to wonder though, would Obscene want to know what is in it?
reave
@Obscene