i want the world in my hands

He exhaled softly in surprise as she leaned close. He could feel the warmth of her breath, and his gaze caught on hers. She was… she was beautiful. Truly so. With her inquisitive, teasing, dancing blue eyes. She was young and strong, but weary and nervous of the weight she placed on her shoulders. Yet she did it anyway. That strength was so much of what he loved about her.

And then she was gone again, taking the warmth she brought with her. He blinked, taking in a deep breath to steady himself from her heady scent. “You’ve put a bit of thought into it. I haven’t met Briar, but the whetstone sounds appropriate” he agreed. She sounded surprised at the mention of Sparrow, and spoke of her Plunder. “Ah. I hadn’t heard that, thank you for the warning” He said. It would be a fine balance to keep the peace with them if they were enemies of the Armada. He knew the importance of the Armada to Wren.


"Wren" & "Mercury"