@couldntmakeachoice Roommates Starter || Tatia and Carphira
Care just wanted a place to settle down. For once. She had been on the run hundreds of years ago, and this time she was running to find the same group of people who put her through hell in the first place. Even if it kind of unintentionally was her fault.
But she thought she deserved a break. She was caring about herself for once. This is okay. I deserve this. That was what the goddess kept chanting when she climbed up apartment steps to a place she would hunker down in for a bit. A sigh. I deserve this. Even if she wasn’t running, she’d still do some digging.
Not even breaking a sweat, at the top of the stairs, she checked the brass numbers neatly stuck to their doors. 407… 407. Ah, here. Lifting her fair hand, the goddess knocked stiffly. Brushing her hair back both ears, Carphira’s gaze wandered off to the side. Right. Just breathe. Tell the lady you saw her ad online and was wondering if the position was still open.
The sound of creaking metal caught her attention, causing Carphira to stand tall and give the woman a broad smile. “Hi there, I’m Care! Your place was listed and it said there was a spot for a roommate. That still true?”






