Alexa, play Where’s My Love by SYML, which has been on repeat since the conception of LOFAB because let’s face it, ya’ll, this was always going to happen. I hereby present for your delight and delectation, Eris Vanserra losing his shit.
Thank you, as always, to my brilliant beta @themadmorrigan who is entirely responsible for me not using Sevan's name seven times in a row because pronouns exist and we should use them.
Excerpt below, full chapter on AO3
Eris woke the next morning in stages, each sense returning to him out of order. He reached across the bed, still half-dreaming, seeking warmth, but his hand found only cold sheets and the lingering ghost of Elain’s scent. He frowned, eyes still closed, and swept his arm wider. Nothing. How odd.
He cracked his eyes open. The morning was sullen and grey, rain still clattering against the windows, the storm's aftermath thick in the air. He rolled to her side of the bed only to find it vacant, the imprint of her body cool to the touch.
She must have risen early. The thought didn't quite settle the unease prickling at the base of his skull, but he pushed it aside. She'd been restless last night, haunted by something she wouldn't name. Some fresh air would probably do her good.
Eris knuckled the sleep from his eyes and stretched, preparing to rise and track her down, maybe insist on taking breakfast in bed, when something else registered. His magic hummed beneath his skin, full and thrumming with power. All of his magic. Including the small piece he always kept reserved, always burning quietly in the background, ready to warm Elain if she needed it. Ready to find her in the dark.
