i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high
The flash of vulnerability is there, tucked beneath the glinting edges designed to cut anyone who dared delve deeper to ribbons. It’s hard to say whether it is fortunate or not, but whatever it may be, Reave has never been frightened of a little pain. He has always dared the most biting of her edges, even when they were children.
Now, as he watches that flicker of something more, he knows he has found his way through all the chinks in her armor. A knowledge he finds far too much pleasure in.
It is easy to let her in though. He has never been afraid of his own vulnerabilities, even when he avoids them. But sometimes, avoidance is impossible. Sometimes, he must find ways to turn his own softer edges into strengths. Into something that would never have the power to break him. He has forged himself over and over again, working his own dull edges into something that would stand the test of time.
Again, he forges himself anew, this time in the uncommon gentleness of her gaze.
He steps closer, erasing the distance she had put between them, entirely unaware of the rain that beats down on him, washing blood from the grooves of his torn flesh. He reaches out, his lips finding her damp cheek. Beneath the chill of the water, there is a warmth that still beats there.
“Then take it with me,” he breathes, his own warmth radiating from him. A smile begins to pull at the edges of his mobile lips, dangerous and seductive against her skin. “Did you know the Taiga stands empty?” It’s a dare and a promise. One he hopes she would take him up on.
reave
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