What a dangerous pair they have made.
As the knowing smile pulls all the concern from Galadriel’s face, the air around them seems to shift. The wind whips and tugs and begs the storm closer. The heart in Rel’s chest races with the beat of the thunder above.
Practically purring like a cat, all of Rel’s legs shimmer with a change into water. She shivers and leans her cheek upward to press into Reave’s, then pulls back to peer at him with fire completely opposite to the water that rages just beneath her skin. She gives him a small nod, the knowing smile still plastered across her face.
“Empty?” she murmurs, then flicks her gaze over Nerine’s cliffs. A bit of sorrow twists his face as she thinks of leaving them. Of leaving Reave right when she’s found him again.
“There’s no water there, but there’s no harm in taking a look, yes?” Rel tilts her head, knowing that she won’t leave the opportunity if it is truly free for the taking. She is, despite all her heady desire and gratitude, deeply self-serving.
And is it truly selfish, if it might further them both?
“Will you come visit me?” she asks lightly, though hangs a little too tightly on the answer.
@Reave