Reagan
I want you to know that I'm all yours; you and me, we're the same force.
How can you miss what you do not know?
But oh, how she knows him. How she saw the truth of his eyes and the fire in his heart when he saved her life. Molten fire that spilled from his bones as he wielded his blood just so, carefully and with such attention. He was quiet, he was restrained. He was passionate, and angry.
He was cold like rock, and hot like fire.
How she knew the heat from his skin when it burned her… how she had had to create a barrier of against the touch of him lest she be burned. But yet, how she reveled in his heat and buried herself in the shadow of his body. She, small and frail, and he, large and imposing.
Oh, she knows him.
Perhaps better than he knows himself.
But only time would allow him to see that for himself, because you can tell him nothing that he will believe. One can only believe the bad for so long before it becomes the only truth they will listen to. And so, she smiles, says nothing, and allows a soft breeze to blow the tangles through her hair. A shiver goes down her spine, and Reagan finds she is content to rest her head on the crest of his back again… in that familiar way as the heat of the sun had threatened to return them to reality. Memories escaped from that time, and yet, as the sun began its daily sojourn over the crest of the world, Reagan found that she did not wish time to stop. And when he speaks—his heart heavy and resigned, his words thick with emotion—the magician feels her heart stop. She had caused this… The ending of something great.
The catalyst of something new.
Something dangerous.
Something Beautiful.
Reagan gathers her black knight into her embrace, hearing the vibrations of his voice as they ripple across her body. She shudders, and tears slowly fall from her eyes, her heart breaking for him. Wishing to be the one to put him back together. Hoping he would give her the chance to try to prove just how loveable he was. “I have had the world. I have had power. I have had everything. It has gotten me nowhere. What I want is one thing only, and I hope your presence here means what I think it means…”
She steps back, her face attempting to dry itself, thinking of her past, and her beloved trees. Reaching out, she places her nose to his.
“I only have a need for you.”