For the Drabble Game Challenge (RoanEcho, drunk, requested by Em)
"You know," she says, stepping closer, a smirk on her lips.
Roan studies her, eyes narrowing. Echo still walks with confidence, her posture straight, her steps sure, but he can see the subtle stagger that comes with overindulgence.
"I always wanted to be a queen," she continues, poking a finger against his chest.
He rolls his eyes. "You're a warrior, a spy," he says. "You have no place ruling Azgeda."
"Oh, you're cute, Roan," she laughs. "But your dreams are always so painfully small. I have bigger things in mind. Why rule one clan when you can rule them all? Your mother had the right idea."
He stiffens at the mention of his mother. Echo must be more drunk than he'd thought if she think mentioning that woman is a good idea. "And look where that got her," he reminds her.
Echo pouts. It looks ridiculous on her. She's always been such a fierce fighter. Any display of weakness is so out of place. "Fine, but you can still make me queen," she says sweetly, leaning in closer. "Imagine it, Roan. Together, we would be unstoppable. Even Lexa would have trembled at our power."
Roan grabs her by the wrists, pinning her arms against the wall. He'd be lying if he said he never thought of her like this. His time in exile only made it worse. "Is that all you want?" he asks, lifting a brow. "My power?"
Echo is fast. Even in her drunken state, she moves nimbly, freeing her arms and reversing the position. Roan laughs. He remembers now why she has always been such a valuable warrior. Even with a clouded mind, she can easily overpower anyone.
"Your power, and you," she assures him, leaning in so that her breath tickles his skin. "Do you really think that I don't have a heart?"
He laughs. "Oh, I know you have a heart. But, like my mother's, yours has grown to resemble Azgeda. Cold."
She smirks, her lips trailing along his jaw and resting at his ear. "And you've grown warm in Polis," she whispers. "Are you warm enough to melt the ice?"
Roan closes his eyes. He knows that he shouldn't entertain her. Echo is dangerous. Even a drop of power could have terrible consequences.
Maybe he should care, but somehow he doesn't. He pulls out of her grip, wrapping his arms around her. "You're aware that we're about to make a huge mistake, aren't you?" he murmurs, brushing his thumb over her shoulder.
She laughs. "At least it will be a fun mistake."
"You're drunk."
She catches his lips in a quick kiss, sloppy in her rush. "There's always the morning."
He takes a deep breath. He shouldn't. He knows that this will be a mistake that he'll make again and again. After all, he never learns.
"I'm looking forward to it."
