Thank you for the story alerts and reviews! I can't remember who asked for a will user Sparrow but tada! Here you go! And someone else wanted to see Reaver being the badass that he is, I'm so sorry not just yet! However he will get a chance to shine soon ;] Anyway, enjoy! rate, review, comment, alert, fav whatever and thank you to those who have!
Reaver had expected something a little more exciting than this. He lounged in a rickety wooden chair on the balcony of the Cow and Corset, gun in one hand drink in the other, waiting.
"This is rather dull. Why don't we just shoot them all?" he raised his gun and looked down the site at the square. "You are taking all the fun out of being underhanded." Reaver heard Sparrow's soft footsteps as she stepped onto the balcony.
"If we just start shooting from here Arfur'll bolt." Sparrow chided him.
Reaver sipped from his glass savoring the oaky tones of the amber liquid. "You have history with this Arfur character don't you, Hero? Oh wait, I don't care as long as I get to shoot someone." He knocked back the remaining contents of his glass.
Sparrow shook her head as she checked her clockwork pistol one last time. "Glad to know your heart's in the right place." She studied Reaver out of the corner of her eye. He seemed his usual self now rude, drunk, and trigger happy. He had already tried to shoot three patrons of the tavern after Sparrow had returned his bullets. Sparrow was surprised at the sense of disappointment she almost felt at his return. But on the other hand Reaver was full of disappointment and Sparrow had never been too interested in introspection. So, the hero blew her feelings out in a steady, clear note that marked the beginning of a song whose words she had long forgotten.
Reaver shifted his eyes to the hero; he knew that song though it had been an awfully long time since he had heard it. A folksong from Oakvale, if he was not mistaken. He watched as Sparrow spun her pistol in a circle on her index finger before locking it into its holster on her hip. Her lips were still pursed as she whistled away. She looked at him, sensing his gaze, and stopped whistling.
"Bee in your bonnet?" She asked tilting her head, studying him with fiery green eyes like he was a particularly difficult puzzle that she was determined to solve.
Reaver blinked slowly; perhaps the liquor was stronger than he had anticipated. With more concentration then it should have required, Reaver lifted the glass in his hand and threw it out over the balcony. It smashed against the clock tower raining shards down on the empty street.
"Do your job Hero and I'll do mine."
Sparrow shrugged unoffended by his display. "Just don't shoot me and leave Arfur to me." She swung over the balcony railing and held on with one hand as she stared back at Reaver. "Got it?"
Reaver he rolled his eyes in answer and brought his Dragonstomper to eye level. "Are you stalling little Sparrow?"
Her lips twitched and Reaver noted that her knuckles were white as she gripped the railing for stability.
"A flashy entrance is rendered moot if one botches it because one has an irrational fear of heights. A drop like that," he motioned lazily at where she hung, "will hardly sting your feet. Stick to the plan, remember?"
She leveled a haughty glare at him but wordlessly released the railing dropping to the street below. Reaver grinned at the startled gasp that must have belonged to that pathetic creature Alex; Sparrow did have a flare for the dramatic after all.
"It'll be the biggest celebration Oakvale has ever seen!" Her voice echoed in his ears and Reaver blanched his free hand grasping the edge of the table. This was not the time. He struggled to pull his focus back to the present even as she appeared before him, a vision of gold and blue such hope and joy shining in her eyes. "Do say you'll come?" Reaver twisted away from the specter looking out at the Bowerstone Market, focusing his gray eyes on the dark shadows beneath the clock tower.
"Send them running, Sparrow." He whispered through gritted teeth. Still his memories threatened to overwhelm him.
"I don't believe you! He would never!"
A figure shot out from the shelter of the clock tower, tripping over itself as it scrambled away from the meeting place. Reaver fired once and the figure collapsed to the cobblestones.
"You are no better than him, a reaver of all that is good in this world."
With a snarl of rage, Reaver surged to his feet aiming his famed pistol at the space where he saw her. Her blue dress was torn; blood ran down the side of her face staining her golden hair. She was just another body in the desolation that surrounded him.
"Reaver, bloody hell!" Sparrow's voice pitched higher than her usual mellow tone broke him from his vision. Will lines blazed across her skin and the world moved in slow motion around her. "Let's go!" she screamed again and Reaver realized that she had pulled his gun from his hand and had a tight grip on his arm. He glanced towards the clock tower confused, what was she doing on the balcony? His jaw dropped when he saw the Bowerstone Clock Tower exploding in slow motion. Fire ripped at its base sending bricks flying out at an inching pace. The tower shuddered and buckled as more explosions occurred at the base. Reaver realized too late that the destruction was speeding up as Sparrow's spell wore off. She flung herself at him slamming them both onto the wood planks of the balcony's floor just as the world broke free of Sparrow's spell.
A/N: So I got some major drama going down in rl BUT I'm honestly fed up with this story not being done. Therefore instead of pushing myself to meet a certain word limit for each chapter and delaying and delaying I'm just going to end the damn chapter when I damn well please and HOPEFULLY this will result in more frequent updates. I was good at this whole timely update thing once, I promise. I was younger then :[