#neris brotp

It was the night of the month Nesta most dreaded and looked forward to, the simultaneous emotions warring within her. She zipped up her favorite gown and tried to steady her nervous hands by running her fingers through the gossamer fabric that seemed to float on air. It moved beautifully as she brushed it back and forth, a calming dance that kept her transfixed until her breaths evened. With her nerves under control, Nesta checked her reflection one last time to confirm her braids were tightly pinned in place. Practiced hands smoothed back the few fly-aways that could become a distraction until she was satisfied. She gave herself a small smile while she combed through the skirt of her gown once more and watched it move between her fingers in the mirror. When she was ready to leave, Nesta went back through the room to cover her tracks. She rearranged the closet so her missing dress was less obvious and placed an outfit inconspicuously in the corner so she could easily change upon her return. The note she wrote for Cassian was brief, asking him not to wait up and giving a vague excuse for her absence. He respected her independence, so she didn’t think he would read too hard between the lines. As she snuck down the hall, Nesta could smell her mate walking toward their room and ducked away as quickly as possible, off to her monthly rendezvous. 

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“Your form is off.” Eris said as he pulled Nesta’s body back toward him. Her last turn had been a quarter second off from the beat of the symphonia. It was so unlike her usual pristine tempo that Eris grew concerned for the female. He led her into a lock step, halting their waltz mid song and dropping his arms.  The flames in Nesta’s eyes grew as she stared down her partner. “What was that for?” Her arms held perfect posture, waiting for Eris to take up position again and continue their promenade.  “Don’t give me that,” Eris scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “You couldn’t even do a natural spin turn, something you learned practically before you could walk.” He softened his shoulders slightly as he spoke again, “what’s on your mind, Nesta.” Nesta’s arms held the same perfect position, though her shoulders and lips tensed in response. “Finish the song.”