RANDOM DRABBLES ✨

Nobody Knows You II Fable 3

[ A/N: Inspired by the song above. Leslie's voice is absolutely freaking 😩✨ . Platonic lil thing because we all love-hate Reaver. He's our little meow meow that we want to drown in Bower Lake. Also I'm 'fixing' canon because I can and I will. 

I also got heavily inspired by this one short comic thingy I found on Tumblr about how Reaver grew up cold and alone, then suddenly here comes Hammer, Garth, and Sparrow then they're all gone, then comes Sparrow's children; Logan and the Hero Of Brightwall, then soon enough, they'll both be gone, and Reaver will be all alone again. So yeah, Reaver floof angst? Yeah. ]

The monarch and her most loyal subject. It still befuddled her as of why Reaver stayed around for so long nor even kept the mansion he has here in Millfields, but that wasn't really the point of attention - at least not right now. The two bonded over some lavishly rich wine and other small fancy foods for aristocrats that the writer of this 'drabble' of sorts could not comprehend; all, of course, to Reaver's expense. He has heard the tales of what happened at Ravenscar Keep from Hobson and it surely was evident that the queen was exhausted and though she is under the heavy crown, Reaver thought that perhaps it was high time the two bonded a little together - not as queen to royal advisee nor as rebel and former mortal enemy but as, dare I say, friends. Reaver was feeling rather lonely and he knew that she was to. And so, he invited her to one of his many mansions scattered across Albion and here they both are. They talked about a lot of things; ranging from political problems to more rather personal matters. They certainly found some common ground. The time flew and they surely had quite a long conversation for just about everything. 

The queen took the last sip of wine from her glass before gingerly placing it back down on the table. "Thank you again for inviting me here, Reaver." She said. "Tonight was pretty relaxing, y'know." And then, she began to stand up. "Until next time then." A small curtsy did she give to the host before taking her leave.

"W-Wait!" Reaver panicked to catch up to her. He grasped her wrist. The woman's blue-grey eyes widened. "...What do you want?" She asks him. Reaver tried to keep his composure. "I was thinking that perhaps... You could," Hesitation overcame him but he still attempted to get his words out. "-Stay here with me for the night?" The brunette frowned and threw Reaver's hand off. "I beg your pardon? I'm not falling for your trap, Reaver."

"This isn't a trap, I swear!" Reaver retorts almost immediately. He took hold of her hand again, but this time, with a more gentle approach. "Alice," He called out with all sincerity which was more rarer than any gem in all of Albion, and even all of Aurora. "I just..." He grumbled a little. "I asked you to be with me tonight, because... I wanted you to perhaps stay with me. Even if it's only for one night. I myself admits that it's hard to say, but... I feel so alone. I hate it so bloody much..." He knelt down and humbled himself in her presence. Looking up to her, it's like his whole life just flashed right before his eyes. A thought came to him. She looked so much like him. "Please. At least for just one and final time, would you accompany me, Sp- Alice?" Again and again, he just keeps thinking about him. It's always about Sparrow. It always has been. There was a reason why Reaver was so close to the siblings. He was practically there when they were born. Logan and Alice may not realize it, but Reaver cares for them both so much, deep deep down in what's left of his heart. Alice may have spared her older brother, but Logan himself took his own life. Everyone even rejoiced that Logan committed suicide, but to Alice and Reaver, it was as if they have just lost one of the most valuable treasures mankind has to offer. Reaver knows that someday Alice will leave him too. While he bantered with her, all he could think about is how much she looks like her father. Sparrow would be very proud of his daughter, and there's a tingling feeling in Reaver that he's proud too. 

This was a side to Reaver that nobody but Sparrow knew about. Perhaps Logan has seen Reaver this down and out, but have never mentioned it. Whether that is the case or not, either away, Alice has taken pity on the disconsolate man. It seems that she has no choice to do as what her family as done to him - Give him a second chance. The queen bit her lip as she looked down at Reaver. "One night." She answers. "Now don't pull any tricks on me or I'll send you to a death sentence." The raven-haired male chuckled a little. "You're quite spicy the older you get." He comments before delicately kissing her hand and adding on a sincere "Thank you, my queen."

Midnight befalls and they headed to bed. Alice decided to sleep at the very edge of the tender and soft bed. Reaver layed on the other side. The night was rather awkward. More awkward than her highness anticipated, not until she felt Reaver shifting his body over, pulling her close to him and wrapping his arms around her beautiful body. "Stop trying to itch on the edge. You might fall off the bed." He says. There was a short pause before Alice broke the silence, answering: "You're pretty... Soft." 

"Is that so?" Reaver then answers back. He basked in the fragrance of the locks of dishevelled dark brown hair spewed across her head and down her mid-back. "Well, your hair smells quite nice." He then proceeds to lay his head onto hers. Alice smiled a little. Perhaps Reaver isn't so bad once you truly get to know him. She scootched closer to him and felt the warmth of his chest. "Goodnight Reaver." She whisphered.

"Goodnight Alice." He then exchanged as he smiled a little as they both went to sleep.

[1,052 words lol]