Eris is by Kiri, a gift from Sylvey!
There was a purr of great noise from within Pandemic's chest, and the dark-hued woman was again reminded of Larkspur and the way he'd held her. Such noises he'd made, too -- however rare they were. He had always been taciturn, reserved in his love. There was love, she was certain (though perhaps it was a post-mortem delusion in truth) -- but there had never been affection or devotion. In the rare case his more emotive side emerged, he had been one to show it in feral ways. A kill laid at her feet, a suggestive touch or protective hand over her, a rumbling growl rather than a murmured word.
There were few gestures such as the one Pandemic had given her, and his words of affection were even rarer than that. Eris conveniently dismissed her own part in Larkspur's lack of affection -- her own had not been so great, and she had certainly swung farther in the opposite direction from "affection" once or twice. The dark-furred hybrid drew back from his chest a moment later, propping her arm against the ground on his far side for leverage. She gazed at him intently, chartreuse eyes roving over his face. Even now, his features seemed to be Larkspur's. The only thing to give hint to the lie were his eyes. They were the pale silver of frost rather than the deep orange of fall leaves, but the features were all there. Even those were not her own -- but Eris still saw herself reflected in Pandemic, too, gentle and murky as that reflection was.
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