It’s impossible for them to understand yet, but in so many ways they are alike. The need for more that beats in their chests, the itch in their legs if they stay still too long. It’s why Reave his here, rather than home where he undoubtedly should be. The world has grown ever more dangerous, and Reave, much to his frustration, grows far too slowly to keep up with it. But he has never been interested in safety. Has never cared that the dark claws of a beast might wrap around his ankle at any moment and drag him far, far away.
Despite the gripping truth of it all, it still doesn’t feel quite real. As though this is not the world he was meant to exist in.
He doesn’t notice her at first, lost as he is in distant visions. But as she nears, her muted footsteps against the damp sand register in his senses. He blinks, absent gaze focusing as he turns his head to peer curiously at the stranger. She is lovely, pale even in the darkness. Reave however, never terribly inclined to notice such things, focuses instead on the faint and distant memories that cling like wispy shadows around her. There is nothing strong enough yet for him to truly discern, but what glimpses he gets drives his own curiosity higher.
There is a tempestuousness to her that strikes him as familiar, though he cannot yet quite determine why.
His lips twitch in a brief, quickly suppressed grin at her words. His vibrant blue gaze shifts from her to the dark and mysterious depths of the sea she had so impudently suggested he take a swim in. Had she known how daringly reckless he truly is when she suggested it? If not, it certainly wouldn’t be a secret for long.
“Do you think so?” he responds, eyes bright with speculation. “And would you join me?”
reave
@[aestas]