i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high
Even though she had known, she doesn't care for his confirmation of the fact. Her biting words nearly draw another laugh from him, but he refrains. Though truthfully, it likely didn’t matter. Her thoughts are pulled from him as she considers the consequences of what he had revealed.
Memories of the hunt swirl around her, bloodlust sated on the animals in the hills of Hyaline. It does not take any great intelligence to imagine where her thoughts had gone. More proof that she is not the same woman he had met in the woods so long ago. As if he had needed more proof.
If blood and death had ever bothered him, he might have been disturbed at witnessing her memories of slaughter. Instead he lifts his head and watches with bold curiosity, Rune swaying on his hip as he shifts in the same moment as Mazikeen turns from him. The wings flaring at her sides glint gold in the sunlight before dimming beneath a deep cloak of shadow. She gives away a great deal with that simple display, but he suspects she knows that.
She makes as though to leave, but something compels her to glance back. Reave’s mouth creases into an impish smile beneath her probing gaze. Now that anger had subsided, she appears to be working through the implications of his revelations. It’s only natural, that curiosity. After all, why would he collect secrets if he doesn’t plan to use them?
Still, she should know better than to believe he would spill everything.
“Boredom,” he says instead, a faint shrug lifting one shoulder, bright gaze unreadable. It’s partially true at least. Most of what he does stems from boredom. But it is only the tip of the iceberg.
reave
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