i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high
He laughs softly at her optimistic statement, though it is not a joyful thing. “Maybe,” he agrees quietly. But he doubts it. He holds little faith that the future would be any kinder than his past has been. Still, he would endure. Not just endure, but thrive. After all, a weapon born of fire is made all the stronger for it. And if there is anything Reave does not lack, it is will and determination.
So he grins at her as her happiness bubbles forth, wrapping around him. Around their memories. His future may not be everything she wished it to be, but he would gladly take what small delights he could find in this world. This time with Israfel would always be one of them, he knows. Beyond a doubt, he knows he would cherish these memories.
He lingers for a moment, his lips on her invisible skin before pulling away and striding towards the entrance. Her agreement had filled him with something he didn’t want to look at too closely lest it slip away before he had a chance to truly understand it.
When they break from the darkness into the sunshine, his armored features turn to watch her turn back into the lovely gold creature he had enticed here from the meadow. A smile settles onto his lips, undamped by the shriek of the raptor that had been waiting impatiently at the cave’s mouth. With a wide sweep of his wings, Rune launches himself into the sky, grumbling his discontent in words only Reave can hear. His grin widens at them.
Slipping closer to Israfel, he murmurs softly, “How would you like to see the entire world at your feet?”
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@Israfel