Caerwyn had never been invisible before.
It was an unfamiliar sensation, and he hated it on principle before he could even pinpoint what bothered him the most about it.
He was the living embodiment of a storm, and no one ignored a storm, or if they did, they didn't do it a second time. And yet… here he was, sitting in the living room of the cabin the four of them had made for her…
Completely invisible.
Sera stood near the fireplace, the lines of laughter still lingering at the corner of her mouth, her body angled unconsciously toward Psycho and Ashkar, her two clear favorites. The way she leaned into their orbit, the way her hand brushed Psycho's arm as she passed, the way Ashkar's presence had become an unquestioned constant at her back.
All of it annoyed him.
What was the most grating was that she didn't even look for Caerwyn, and that omission cut deeper than any outright rejection.
