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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    [private]  tell me they begin again
    #21
    ISRAFEL
    His answer impresses her, those golden eyes widening just a little - though there’s no white to show when she does this, just slightly different shades of the same rich gold that coats her everywhere. She doesn’t hide her awe, she has no reason to think about hiding anything from Reave. He gets all her genuine reactions. “You’ve accomplished so much.” She feels a little embarassed about the fact that Reave had claimed an entire land around the same time she had just started to emerge from the forest and wonder if there was more to life.

    But he didn’t seem to mind the fact that she had not done much, or that everything was still new and shiny to her, so Israfel tries not to mind either.

    Her eyes move around the landscape, eager to take it in - to learn her new home, though they are drawn back to her bone-armoured just as frequently and she feels a flutter in the pit of her stomach when she catches his eyes moving over her skin and the smirk that accompanies it.

    “What’s that look for?” Maybe this question would be teasing in someone else’s voice but Israfel's voice is still as soft as it always is. She certainly does not mind that look one bit, though, as shown by the bright grin that grows.


    @Reave
    #22

    i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high

    It’s more than accomplishment that draws him, more than any petty claim one might be able to make on how they’ve spent their time. If she had asked, Reave would have told her just how boring it truly is. He has many more interesting endeavors to his name that sound far less impressive than taking a territory.

    At the end of the day, it is those endeavors that would scrawl his name across history.

    Israfel might find herself embarrassed that she has not, on the surface, accomplished as much as he, but that is not what draws Reave to her. He can read the embarrassment just as he could all her delightful emotions before, but beyond a faint smile, he makes no comment on it. Because if he were to be honest, he would tell her that it is not what she has done that makes her interesting. It’s everything she might still do.

    Her ambition and curiosity, that insidious desire for more, is written through her just as clearly as all the rest. And Reave wants nothing more than to draw it from her.

    “It’s only just the beginning,” he replies after a brief, heavy pause, corner of his lips quirking slightly upwards. “For both of us.”

    He can’t seem to help the way his gaze is continuously drawn back to her however. She is intriguing, yes, but she is also beautiful. Her golden skin glimmers enticingly in the daylight. If she were just pretty, he might have been able to ignore it, but there is so much more than a pleasant appearance to Israfel. The combination proves nearly irresistible.

    So when she asks what his look is for, he cannot stop the low chuckle that escapes his throat. He could tease, or he could offer the truth. Because he is Reave, he offers the truth in a voice that is both husky and devilish. “I would not be a healthy male if I did not look at you like that.”

    reave



    @Israfel
    #23
    ISRAFEL
    Her embarrassment isn’t remarked upon and it fades into the back of her mind when Reave replies. She likes the sound of us and that this is only the beginning. Israfel does not have much of an imagination, she cannot imagine what will happen either at the top of this hill or tomorrow or a year from now.

    But, like so many things with Reave, she is excited to find out what the future is going to bring.

    Heat spreads across her skin at his chuckle, before he even gets to the response to her question about the look he had been giving her. Or maybe it’s the voice that he says it in - or the entire combination. Israfel is only mostly sure what he said was a compliment. It feels like a compliment, even if she does not quite get the meaning behind it. Her blush seems to know, though, even if her brain hasn’t caught up. “I like it.” She admits as her smile grows once again.

    And then after a slight pause, a small breathless laugh. Really just a faint echo of the laugh he had made. “But it wouldn’t mean anything coming from just any healthy male.” It only mattered that it was him.
    #24

    i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high

    It’s there again, that knowledge that he should feel guilty. He should, and yet he does not. Of the many facets that make up the stallion Reave is, Israfel has seen so few of them. Would she feel the same if she knew of the dangerous games he plays outside the peaceful confines of this windswept peninsula?

    If he were a better man, he would warn her to guard her heart. But he is not a better man. There is a selfishness in him that wants her brightness all for himself. He is not an easy creature, but for today, they could pretend.

    So he grins that wicked grin, blue eyes bright and voracious as he surveys her. As he hoards her loveliness for himself.

    They have reached the summit, but Reave is too consumed by the new intensity blooming between them to do more than draw her to a halt. They have time for sweeping vistas and stunning views later, but he does not want to lose the threads of her admission to them.

    For a moment, he simply looks at her, a roguish smile teasing the corners of his lips. His gem-bright eyes remain intent and focused even when he finally speaks. “You have no idea how much it pleases me to hear that,” he murmurs, voice barely more than a low rumble as he steps closer. This is not a conversation to have with space between them. He had seen the threads of confusion mingled with the pleasure curling through her at the compliment. The innocence in that pulls at him. Young he may be, but he had lost any innocence he might have once claimed the day he’d been born. With his lips hovering over her skin, not quite close enough to touch yet close enough to feel the fan of his breath, he asks, “And what does it mean coming from me?”

    reave



    @Israfel




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