“maybe i’ve always been more comfortable in chaos.” / caprian
in the many eons of her life, erida had seldom been at a loss for words. it would have been so unbecoming for her of all people to lose her eloquence, no? but there she was, held by caprian and voiceless as his warm hands carressed her shoulders. she could not recall herself to have been someone who sought out physical contact as much as she was doing now, but ayse was likely right and they had been chaned by their time as … spirits, as servants — bound to follow another’s whims.
( servants was a nice term for it, one that made things sound better than they had been. )
she hummed quietly as a grin split open her face and caprian raised an eyebrow at her. ‘‘ my chaos is — barely noteworthy if you compare it to my cousins’, ’’ she responded as she shifted and rested her head against the juncture where his neck met his shoulder. ‘‘ but of course, yours is the only one i want. ’’
as always. even when there had been more of them, no one had ever caught her eye like he had. she had seen him and, despite herself, she had wanted him, had found that his particular brand of well-regulated erraticness was the perfect match for hers. she could probably claim that it had been wisdom that had led her path to cross his, but she would not take credit for something that so clearly was closer related to chaila’s domain.