Cayden woke early that morning, with a perfectly logical feeling of deja vu. It was logical, afterall if you have lived the same day before right. Cayden stayed still and listened for a moment nestled between Sol and Maya. The quiet of their home was comforting not frightening, their closeness one of the most precious gifts that Cayden was still almost afraid to believe it was real. Carefully, with painsteaking patience she slowly eased out from the warm nest she slept in between their two bodies. Silently she slipped on one of Sol's old shirts that fell nearly to her knees. Cayden paused for a moment at the door and watched them sleep for a full minute before she could pull herself from the room. Sunlight filtered in tiny highlights accenting Sol's golden skin and glinting off his opulescent horns. In his shadow Maya's mass of curly red hair consumed a pillow, with a dim glowstick from the previous night poking out from her delicate fist. From this angle you had to look for the delicate spirling designs across her eyes and forehead to even see that she was a knocker. Cayden smiled silently knowing no matter what happened in her life, she would always remember this moment. Carefully she slipped out of the room and started to pad down past her computer room. She knew what Logan and Halley had done last night. Halley still didn't bother to call either her or Justin as a curtsey. Sighing softly Cayden couldn't even muster the energy to surpass minor annoyance. The least she could have done was call Justin, but Cayden strongly suspected that was not the case. Cayden remembered reliving the past weekend as well as Cam, Halley and Orion. Cayden had been doing her best to fix some mistakes since the do over had been granted. She stopped running off by herself and hurting the people she cared about, not that it had fixed everything. Cayden new better than to expect perfection from life, but still wished she could have convinced Amie to stay. She couldn't begrudge her exit, Cayden just wished there was something she could have done to ease the pain. Cayden was nearly frustrated with wishing she hadn't ambushed Erro with the lordship of the freehold, again. She had even planned on pulling him aside if it happened to tell him, but she had come out of the trance infront of everyone. Erro would eventually forgive her, she just felt guilty she hadn't managed to fix that particular mistake.
Silently, her bare feet navigated the stairs, avoiding the squeeky spots. Wyrd apeared in the living room and began to light two cigarettes. The avitar flew on silent wings to her shoulder and, with it's beak, handed her a burning menthol. It was impossible to sneak around yourself and in both forms she knew it. They smoked without a word, Cayden running a single finger down the raven's crest before it flew over the fridge and perched to watch her make breakfast. She remembered her programming work perfectly from reliving the day and would only take minimal time to recreate her work. Hours condensed into minutes, she giggled softly under her breath. With care Cayden made breakfast saving Maya's eggs and Sol's coffee for last. With frightening accuracy, Sol would be up in mobile exactally 3 minutes and 20 seconds after she hit the start button. Fortunately it only took 2 minutes to brew which gave her just enough time. She gathered everything on a tray and pressed the button waiting and listening for her lovers to wake early. Cayden hoped they wouldn't. It was a small supprise but one that had unrolled in her head.
This was the morning she had made Maya angry again, but that chain of events had been broken. If anyone apreciated the option of replacing sad or unhappy memories with a good one Cayden did. In her perfect memory she watched again as she pushed her sweet Maya away, how mistakes had inadvertently hurt her and caused her pain. Cayden was sure Sol had suffered from her stupidity as well, but his silent soothing presence was his response even when he was upset with her. He would always be the silent and warm presence at her side. Even when Maya was upset she had still said she wished Cayden could see herself as she did. Cayden desperately wanted to be the girl that grew up with Maya, but then she would have never met Sol, Justin, the Motely, her family. It still made her heart stop when her realized these people wanted her around, cared for her. ( At least most of them.) She wished she could silence the hundreds of crystal clear memories that rushed up everytime she just wanted to accept that she had a family. Sometimes a perfect memory isn't a good thing. Cayden worked on quieting the hundreds of voices in her life that had told her she didn't deserve all this. Every time a foster parent or case worker had told her why she would never be chosen. Every time they told her she didn't deserve the time or the thought. Even when Jane Quandal had sett up her adoption, the cold explanation of what she would be bringing with her and what she would sacrafice. In all those years only Maya had met her, and in a force of will had made her feel like something that deserved love. Sol, in his dedication to come back for her always had warmed Cayden in a way she had forgotten. Now she had both of them and they wern't making her choose which one to love. Cayden wanted, no needed, both of them to know she wasn't taking them for granted.
She carefully put the coffee on the tray and started back up the stairs. Wyrd flew ahead and Cayden saw Sol streach and Maya hide under the pillow before she used a tiny bit of magic to turn the knob and open the bedroom door. Still dressed only in Sol's tee-shirt. Cayden was still wearing more than anyone else in the room. The sight of both of them still made her heart skip a beat. "Good morning sexies," she cooed. Too much enthusiam and Maya was prone to throw the pillow first and ask questions later. Cayden walked forward, she intended to have breakfast in bed with the two people who owned her heart.
