cai
she/her
twenty-three
may 15
fortree
bisexual
herbalist
civilian
slithers of wistful window gazes glint in borrowed light
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POSTED ON Oct 2, 2021 14:08:13 GMT
there was an almost uncomfortable silence which followed the jest. and through his squinted eyelids, he'd notice that cait's face came to hover over his own; her own eyes lidded as she peered down at him with a strange expression.
"i'd fight every single one of the women on this compound before i let them have the chance."
she squeezed his bicep a little harshly, the hold meant to properly convey the seriousness behind the statement. the woman didn't care if his gaze wavered to outsiders, but she knew the females here would snatch him away if given the chance.
'we're very similar in that way.'
sénon was a good man; tall and healthy with beautiful features, gorgeous hair and a well-balanced personality. he was valuable - mentally, physically and emotionally.
"hm."
her hold softened as she pressed down to kiss his cheek before removing herself to settle by the man's side instead, her head upon his shoulder. cait's gaze shifted toward the ceiling, the fan moving lazily at its lowest setting. the air stirred along with her memories of childhood. how many times had she stared up at that fan?
"i'm not sure if i'll ever live here again," she said. "i don't mean this house - i mean this village - this compound. i want to be buried in fortree when my time comes - but i don't want to live my life on this particular piece of land. sénon? what was on your mind when you left home?"
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