Raven's Watch nerve

faust's gaze lingered on her, studying the way her posture shifted, the way her ears flicked with the faintest hints of curiosity—or submission, perhaps. bracken, he repeated under his breath, almost dismissive. it didn’t sit right, not with her, not with the way she moved or carried herself.

his mind drifted briefly, weighing options, considering the pieces of her that he’d observed—the lean grace, the wariness, the faint flicker of pride she couldn’t quite suppress. something more fitting. something earned. he did not speak it aloud, not yet. instead, he let the idea simmer, steep in the quiet between them.

her eyes darted upward again, stopping just shy of his jaw, cautious and calculating. he let her look, let her stay in her space while he thought. a name wasn’t a mere sound; it was a statement, a mark on the world, and she deserved one that carried the weight of her survival. asha.

his lips twitched faintly, a shadow of a smirk, as if amused by his own musings. her willingness to adapt—receptive, watchful—did not go unnoticed. she was someone who could be molded, sharpened, perhaps even forged into something greater. but for now, she remained a puzzle, one he intended to solve.