Changes In Our Relationships

When Sora would read “Flowers for Ayana”, she had one favorite character. Whenever he would be mentioned, she would be immediately interested and invested. She didn’t really know why, but she really liked to read about him. Maybe it was because he was cool and mysterious, a tad bit playful but a whole lot dangerous (ewwwww my fingers curled from that cringe description. But alas, half my soul is that of a romance author that started on watt pad so like,,,) That character was Siradiou. It was why even though she was just a bit guarded with him when they first met, she was still actually quite happy to speak to him and get to know about him from him himself, not from the lens of the author.

Even though she was very careful around him, being very wary about how she would speak and carry herself around him, she was still very interested in his opinions and generally being friends with him. From the time of their first meeting, she had found it fun to pop by his winery and talk about a wine he had recommended, and he had been more than happy to recommend another. In return, she had brought small, bite sized treats, then graduated to sweets and small things that would not have a negative effect on him. Through those times, he had been very amiable as well, and Sora had gotten the very rare opportunity to experience Siradiou being playful to her, and even though both of them were still careful about how much they divulged, they did earnestly enjoy each other’s company.

This was all before the Unity of Sora and Assorra, however. Sora’s experience with Sira had been pleasant. Assorra’s was not. This was highlighted clear as day when Assorra was visiting Segun yet again at the palace. Siradiou had been there for some other business, and saw that Assorra was there. So he did what he always did; kinda just appeared behind her as she was enjoying a nice cup of tea. (Yes, he really does kinda just do this. Not exactly on purpose, but he just tends to...do that. Kinda like how a cat stays still when it’s “prey” isn’t looking but inches closer each time the prey’s eyes aren’t on them) normally, he’ll say something and she’ll be a little startled but then she’d be just a little angry, and he’s apologize and offer a free bottle of wine to make up for it and she’d immediately forgive him. It was a fun kind of banter for them.

But when he did that this time round, it didn’t go well at all. You see, Assorra didnt react like Sora did. She reacted according to the information and feelings she knew from Assorra. From Assorra’s point of view, Siradiou was the most frightening being she had ever had the displeasure of seeing. Her body froze up, and she was filled with pure terror, barely able to move. Even though Sora knew Sira, knew him and remembered how it had been fun to spend time with him, Assorra’s fear was overwhelming. “He will kill me. He will kill me. He wanted to do it then, and he’ll do it now too.” That was all Sora could think. All she could remember was Assorra’s experience, when he had indeed almost killed her in cold blood because he had deemed her to be a troublesome threat. The sharp, killer glare he would give her whenever she was in his or Ayana’s vincinity. And perhaps the most devastating, the look he had given her moments before Assorra had finally broken and given in to the hate and despair from losing everything. That was all Sora could see when she saw the Siradiou of now, and she really couldn’t help how she reacted.

Of course, Sira noticed. It was not the first time that a human had looked at him with such pure horror, but it was the the first time that Assorra had looked at him like that. He would admit that even in his many years of experience, this had been a very jarring shock to him. From his point of view, he didn’t know why she would look at him like that. He wouldn’t know what she could have heard or seen about him to make her react like that, but all he knew was that it was confusing. And that it hurt. So he did the responsible thing when he saw that she was on the cusp of breaking down in a panic and removed himself from the situation.

One budding relationship down, three more to go!