stomach to the floor

He seemed surprised to see her for a flicker of a moment. Yet he met her eyes with a smile, settling beside her despite their arguable differences. There was so much that they could take out on each other, a plethora of beliefs and standards and ways of existing that didn't match up. Yet it was cast aside, it always would, it always would be. He was Syrinx and she Chrysanthe and they were siblings and above all else they had each other's back. So long as her brother obeyed the silent pact between them so would she - and the world kept turning on. She smiled back at him, glad to see him, not surprised to see him - for Eos was here and he was so much like her, why didn't se see it before?


That was why she was not surprised, not angry, when he said that he would leave Valhalla should Eos take Glaciem. "I expect nothing less of you." His loyalty was hers, just as hers was his. It was as if, despite their appearances, they were twins. Destined to be beside each other - they could not separate and live their lives close but not completely connected, as she and Epiphron were, or even as she and Syrinx were. "Maybe she can keep your head on your shoulders." Chrysanthe was fire, all sharp wit and passion and love. While Eos was a perfect blend of ice and ambition and logic. Epiphron may complete her in some ways, but honestly, should the four siblings be blended together perhaps then they would create something perfect. Perhaps that was why they were being split apart - together, they would create a force too divine for Alacritia to handle.


Or perhaps by separating they were becoming a force.


"There is nothing more terrifying than the ambition of an Adravendi." She said quietly, thinking of how they could all rise to power in locations that were just too perfect. In the north, the east, the west. Who would be able to stand in their way? What were the chances? "It does not amuse me, it scares me." These words, she spoke with a grin, hints of ivory glinting from her canines. The power she felt when with her siblings was nearly palpable. "You scare me." This time a laugh was held back, and she let her shoulder bump his. "But your challenge didn't." 'No hard feelings.' "You are one of the few I would rule beneath - at the end of the day I trust you, despite your brashness." It barely needed to be said. "In your place, or Eos's, I can't say I wouldn't do the same." She would not idly sit and watch the world go by as a rogue, she would try and stake some sort of claim of her own, which was exactly what Eos was doing.


"You two are not as complicated as you think you are." Syrinx was easy to decipher as a monster, enormous and intimidating without a bone in his body that knew how to truly relent. "I hope she wins, and I'm glad you're joining her. She won't look back to Valhalla, which means she probably won't come to me - but you seem to be an exception." Her voice was hushed, a whisper meant only for his ears. 'Take care of her because she won't let anyone else.' The alpha was sure that he got the message loud and clear.