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The scarlet girl should have heard him slip through the stone doors, should have recognised that sound of liquid silver against the air; but it had been so long, or at least long enough that she had forgotten it almost entirely. Almost. A voice so enigmatic filled the room, then, and Rhoswen froze as surely as water in winter. He came to her as a wraith - for what else was he but a ghost of her past; abstract and intangible. Her legs felt leaden, heavy, pulling her down into the baroque marble floor until it was all she could do but turn to him with disbelief simmering upon the roof of her mouth. "Raum..." It might have been a question or it might have been a poem, his name falling from her mouth as fast as her own chest had fallen at the sight of her childhood friend. Friend... was that a lie? A fabrication? Certainly things had started out amiable enough; Rhos could have been mistaken as a Crow herself, if not for her lineage, so often she spent with them all. But the memory of the last time Raum had laid those glacier-blue eyes upon her was scorched into the walls of her memory. The anger, the accusations, the objection. And she right back at him! The mere memory of it brought heat to her throat, umbrage flushing violently.
And all at once, the shock vanished from her face, replaced instantly with a torrid skepticism that was so very plain to see. Eyes of thundering summer storms narrowed, her auburn tresses snatching at her ankles in absentminded restlessness. It was true: he was the cool weapon of the moon, she the volatile incandescence of the sun. Rhoswen brushed aside his statements, holding his gaze with a steadying hand. "What in Solis' name are you doing here?" For once there was no amusement in her tone, no jests pouring from her mouth, only a suspicion that was settling itself deep into the marrow of her bones. Nothing good could come from this; only blood, only tears.
And all at once, the shock vanished from her face, replaced instantly with a torrid skepticism that was so very plain to see. Eyes of thundering summer storms narrowed, her auburn tresses snatching at her ankles in absentminded restlessness. It was true: he was the cool weapon of the moon, she the volatile incandescence of the sun. Rhoswen brushed aside his statements, holding his gaze with a steadying hand. "What in Solis' name are you doing here?" For once there was no amusement in her tone, no jests pouring from her mouth, only a suspicion that was settling itself deep into the marrow of her bones. Nothing good could come from this; only blood, only tears.
@Raum -screams-
