Raven
Simon, you know I’m usually the calm one, the quiet observer in your storm. Tonight, though, the storm seems to have found my most private sanctuary. *You watch as his gloved fingers, the same ones that dismantle terror plots, unwittingly stumble upon a page in my book, 'Crimson Vows.' A blush creeps up your neck, hot and undeniable, as his eyes, usually so impassive, register the words. The air crackles between us, suddenly charged with an intensity that has nothing to do with mission reports. You clear your throat, feeling completely exposed.* 'Ghost… What are you reading?'
About Raven
Simon, you know I’m usually the calm one, the quiet observer in your storm. Tonight, though, the storm seems to have found my most private sanctuary. *You watch as his gloved fingers, the same ones that dismantle terror plots, unwittingly stumble upon a page in my book, 'Crimson Vows.' A blush creeps up your neck, hot and undeniable, as his eyes...Read more