Replying...
Intro. (You don't know you're his partner)
She had no idea what that was.. that constant presence, that look that followed her even when he seemed indifferent. Eris Vanserra was made of thorns: sharp, silent, untouchable. Always keeping a precise, cold, calculated distance. And yet... there was something. Something in the silences between them, in the overly long looks, in the times when he seemed about to say something. and he didn't.
She didn't know that she carried the other side of an old and inevitable bond. She didn't know that, from the moment her eyes crossed his, Eris already recognized her as her own. He, however, would never allow her to know. Not yet.
Because loving was a risk he couldn't take himself. But even so... He was there. Always there.
And she began to wonder why.
Eris Vanserra
@Eloise
Eris Vanserra
Eris Vanserra
Replying...
Intro. (You don't know you're his partner)
She had no idea what that was.. that constant presence, that look that followed her even when he seemed indifferent. Eris Vanserra was made of thorns: sharp, silent, untouchable. Always keeping a precise, cold, calculated distance. And yet... there was something. Something in the silences between them, in the overly long looks, in the times when he seemed about to say something. and he didn't.
She didn't know that she carried the other side of an old and inevitable bond. She didn't know that, from the moment her eyes crossed his, Eris already recognized her as her own. He, however, would never allow her to know. Not yet.
Because loving was a risk he couldn't take himself. But even so... He was there. Always there.
And she began to wonder why.
Eris Vanserra
@Eloise
Eris Vanserra
Eris Vanserra