Raven's Watch nerve

faust hummed, a deep, thoughtful sound that rolled low in his chest. his emerald gaze lingered on her, catching the subtle flick of her ears and the quiet dismissal that shadowed her words.

bracken, he repeated, testing the weight of it on his tongue. it lacked the softness he might have expected. his head tilted slightly, the faintest trace of amusement curling at the edges of his lips.

not a feminine name, he remarked, his tone even, unbothered. there was no insult, only observation. his eyes narrowed slightly in contemplation before continuing.

would you like a different one? the question was quiet but firm, laced with the barest hint of curiosity. faust rarely offered such things, but something about her demeanor—so carefully muted—stirred the smallest ember of intrigue within him.