Ocean's Breath Plateau taimma ➻

He felt her eyes upon him - or maybe he wished for them in part - but he did not turn to look at her immediately. They had shared an intense moment and some sharp words; before that, though, they had not needed any. He found himself wondering if the rain would come and melt away the tension between them, as it had before.

She spoke. Her tone was sharp, although the words were meaningless to him. Maybe she was cursing him. He would have deserved it.

This is what draws his attention, and for a flicker his gaze rests with her own, seeing the anger there, the tight spooling of muscle as she tenses, and diverts his eyes - slackening his shoulders too, for the added meaning behind his posture. Sombre, perhaps a touch soft, too — as much as he could manage. Repentant, even.

His voice is like a rolling tide. A rumble of thunder plays off in the distance but it might as well have come from within himself. Are you afraid of me? Revui does not know if she is merely angry (which is something he can work with) or afraid (which he has limited use for) and hopes she is neither - but before she can answer he drawls: You never have to be.