cassandra’s situation was both like and unlike viviandra’s. viviandra would never know how it felt to be born with the suffix -ndra, to be BORN unwanted. but both cassandra and viviandra had made a choice that led to their current name situation…
cassandra had chosen to give up her name, feeling she had no right to call herself cassalyn after the destruction of capella. and viviandra had chosen to save cassandra, and had been stripped of her family suffix as a result.
cassandra walked around the table to stand in front of viviandra, and gently brought a hand up to cup her ice cold cheek, warmth seeping out of the fire inclined capellan and into the ice inclined capellan.
“thank you, viviandra,” cassandra said with such kindness, such love. she would only say her name with love, to soften the blow of her new name.
♛ viviandra watched as cassandra walked around the table, unable to hide the soft caution behind them ; they would stay there for months to years, it was a hard habit to crack sometimes.
having chased her now darling for so long && holding hate when now she held nothing but love was almost odd sometimes but it reminded her she was CAPABLE of change. everyone was.
with the warm touch, icy eyes closed, leaning into the touch with a soft sigh, a gentle puff of frost leaving her lips, chilling them. ❝ you’re welcome, cassandra. you .. mean so much to me. unlike i’ve felt for anyone in a long while. ❞