Raven's Watch nerve

faust let the quiet stretch between them, his gaze resting lightly on asha, though his thoughts wandered further. the hum in his throat was low, contemplative, as if he were weighing the very air between them.

north, he said at last, the word rough-edged but deliberate. his gaze shifted briefly to the horizon, where the cold stretched endlessly. to settle. gods willing.

his tone carried no reverence, only certainty, as if the act of speaking made it so. he glanced at her then, a flicker of something curious in his eyes, as though gauging how she might react to the unspoken invitation. he sought no chains but would not deny the weight of her presence.

there was strength in her stillness, and in the way she chose her silences. faust found himself not minding. he stood firm, ready for what lay ahead, though the idea of companionship—hers, specifically—settled in his chest like an ember that refused to extinguish.