i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high
She sees the world so differently than he. It is there, written into every eddy of her memory. She sees so many as special - far more than she. But she is wrong. It is she who is special. Only she who is able to paint them into beautiful creations despite their host of sins. Just as she crafts him into something far more in her mind, like she has done to those that came before him.
But this time, she had slipped into the wrong canvas. He does not release those he cherishes so easily, and she has too quickly become one of those cherished ones. It’s difficult to say what he could be if she pulled on the wrong strings, but he is certain it would not be beautiful.
He could so easily be a monster.
Yet he cannot keep himself from her. A smarter man would have left, extricating himself from the tangle of her beautiful wants. Reave does not. Instead he tangles himself deeper, snaring irrevocably into the web of her future.
She says nothing of his compliment. Perhaps she knows just as he does what a wanton, desperately terrible idea this is. He hopes she does, at least. It would be all the more thrilling to know she too desires the chaos of this temptation.
The words that fall from her lips say nothing at all, yet he hears everything in them. Sees everything in the shiver that races across her skin. He presses closer, breath warm as he exhales across her skin. He could not draw her into his embrace to offer warmth. The bones protruding from his skin would not allow it. But he knows it is not the cold that makes her shiver anyway.
A faint smile curls briefly across his lips.
“Shall we find somewhere warmer?” he breathes against her skin.
reave
@Elliana