#* cassandra / 001.

[dom-thatcher]

The sound of the familiar voice made his head snap to the person it belonged to. He didn't hate Cassandra, it wasn't her fault her mom and his dad decided to hook up. It was more the fact that his father's recent marriage had done wonders for their relationship, as rocky as it was. When Dom and Cassandra had agreed it was a good idea to tell the unsuspecting parent of the others misdeeds he had hoped his dad would try to work it out with Ruth. Instead he took the same douchebag route he always did and now they were almost divorced. Leaving him to get blamed by his dad which Dom turned back toward Cass for convincing him it was a good idea to begin with, unfairly. "Don't know. Not my area, I just play the music," he answered dryly and standing up straight. Dom looked her over then scoffed, shaking his head at her polite question and sweet demeanor. "I'm a DJ at a strip club, how do you think it went?" There was an underlying malice in his tone but the frown that went with it dropped from his features. "You don't have to be nice or talk to me just because our parents are fucking, Cass." He pointed out and took another drag from his cigarette. "Feel free to ignore me like the rest of your crowd does."

Cassandra didn't usually spend much of her time on the Westside but she had to admit, the diner had killer fries and she was an absolute sucker for them..And their burgers..And their milkshakes. The East side had nice food but today she wanted something classic, and you could never go wrong with a burger, fries, and a shake. Glancing down at her watch, she fiddled with one of the widgets in attempt to put in the correct time. She stopped in her tracks completely when she saw Dom.  Uggh, why did he have to be here? Cassie felt awful about the way things went down with their families and seeing him only deepened her guilt. She wondered how he was doing but hadn't worked up the nerve to ask. “Uh, not really the reason I’m here but nice to know I can come to you if I ever have any inquiries. Do they do office parties?” She cringed at her attempt to lighten to mood. Her brain was currently whizzing through a bunch of conversation starters she could throw out but a timid "Um..How's your day going so far?" Was the best she could do. Her lips drew out into a weak smile.

[khakilike]

Batgirl (2024) #1, Tate Brombal and Takeshi Miyazawa

[saulweissberg]

availability / @cassiewestwood setting / la galleria; tuesday, july 16th, around seven pm.

was he having a stroke? truly, was there something wrong with him now that he was over the age of fifty? being ambushed by terry a few weeks ago had been startling, knowing that they had moved to blue harbor and lived within ten miles of him for the first time in twenty-five years, and he had many run-ins with thalia since their divorce two years ago, but he figured the universe had meted out enough punishment for his transgressions. having his second wife—the only ex-wife left in new york—walk into la galleria that night made him feel like his sanity had finally snapped. either he was having some sort of breakdown, or cassandra had a midwestern doppelgänger, albeit with darker hair. like when terry first arrived, the idea of that doppelgänger had been ludicrous, but was it any more ludicrous than his second wife appearing in blue harbor randomly? at least terry had the excuse of micah, and blue harbor was thalia’s hometown. there was absolutely no reason why cassie would be in town. none that saul could think of, at least. g-d, he hoped she wasn't moving to illinois, too.

getting up from his table, he crossed the restaurant in an effort to catch up before she could sit down elsewhere. “ginger!” saul called out the nickname he used to call her—if it was truly cassie, she’d respond to it—and his voice was tinged with affection, but there was clear confusion in his eyes. approaching her and the hostess leading her to a different section of the restaurant, he smiled politely at the young worker before turning his attention back to his ex-wife. “though i see you’re not so ginger anymore.” his hand reached out to brush a strand of hair off her shoulder, the locks no longer the deep auburn she had when they first met. “what’re you doing here?” he asked, struck by how often he was saying that exact phrase this year. who else was going to show up in blue harbor, he wondered. was his third grade teacher waiting in the wings to surprise him, or maybe his freshman year boyfriend? “i mean, not that i’m not happy to see you… but where’s vaughn? and your kids?”

[tonibeltran]

x. status -> closed for @cassiewestwood x. location -> pie numbers

Antonio’s mostly here out of nostalgia. He can’t believe it’s still standing — the smell is exactly the same, though he supposes that’s no surprise, considering the smell is just pizza. The arcade games are just as loud as they’d been back in the day, the screeching of children just as prominent, and he’d lean more into the nostalgia of the visit if he hadn’t been struck by the sight of something far, far more enticing.

She’s at the counter, looking up at the menu, waiting her turn. She’d been younger, then. Married. Antonio remembers that night on tour well — Elijah had once again chosen to chase after Harrison during their night off, leaving him with nothing but an ailing heart and a bitter disposition. His preferred method to combat such things had been — and still are — to go out to a bar by himself, pick someone up, forget about the heartbreak for an hour or two. It would come tumbling back the second it was over, of course, but at least for some time, he wasn’t some pathetic loser pining over his best friend. Or the man who used to be his best friend, anyway. He’d certainly been happy to bestow that honor onto Harrison, eventually. 

He doesn’t forget that specific night, however, because her beauty had been almost surreal. Her large, brown eyes, the dark shade of her hair, the brightness of her smile. She’d commanded the attention of the room, even if she hadn’t realized it at the time. And Antonio had been all too happy to give her that attention — would have happily taken her home, too, if she hadn’t admitted to him after an hours-long conversation that she was taken, and it would be inappropriate of her to go home with him. Something he’d respected, of course. The conversation had been lovely, stimulating, even, the back and forth so quick and natural it had set fire to something within him he’d had to promptly put out when she’d rejected him in the kindest way possible. Give me your number, she’d told him after all was said and done. And I’ll call you if anything changes.

The call never came. He supposes not much had changed, then. Still, he can’t help but sidle up next to her in line, feigning interest in the menus behind the counter. After a minute or two of this, he leans over to her, a small smile curving his features. “You never called,” he tells her, the success of this line fully dependent on whether or not she remembers him. Still, he’s an optimist nowadays. When he’s drunk, anyway. He raises an eyebrow when she meets his gaze, his grin turning a little more smug. “Cassie,” he recalls, the memory of her name rolling easily off his tongue. “I guess your husband was lucky enough to keep you around all these years, hm?”

[emberapatow]

with: @cassxbrookes where: at the stables

There had to be some kind of zombie media from before the outbreak that had people riding around in horses. Ember could never remember what it was from, she wasn't a big zombie fan even before they became real, but the horse thing was always something she thought was really cool. And then the apocalypse happened and one glaring problem arose in her perfect plan in finding horses and making travel easier - there were no damn fucking horses anywhere.

Maybe it was just her not being in the right places, but neither she nor anyone she's ever traveled with could manage to find a horse, so at some point she's decided that was just media fake. Kind of how people in movies and TV shows never lived in the kind of places a normal person could afford and such.

Except apparently it wasn't the case for Redwood and once she got the chance, Ember made her way over to the stable. She's never ridden a horse in her entire life, it was time to change it.

There was a woman outside of the stables with a horse and Ember gave her a small wave as she approached her. "Hello! I'm Ember Apatow, one of the new arrivals in town. Do you work here? Can you maybe help me by any chance?"

[dvnastics]

w / @stcrnborn ( cassandra baratheon ) DAY TWO : morning .

❛ it is nice for us all to be together again. ❜ how long had it been ? at least twelve years, perhaps even longer in actuality ; and though she had seen her youngest cousin within the intervening years, it brought argella an entire new level of satisfaction to be amongst her true kin once again. arm linked through the youngers as they walked, she gave an affectionate squeeze of her hand. ❛ are you looking forward to the archery contest ? i expect a win from either yourself or selyse – the pride of our house depends on it. ❜ she teased with a playful curl of her lips.

[werewolfroman]

WHO: @cassandraxbrookes LOCATION: The Den

Payday!  It meant Roman could frequent The Den without a second thought given his financial situation.  The man settled in his usual seat at the counter, ordering one of the cheaper bourbons that often burned his throat and left a wretched taste in his mouth, but hey it was what he could afford.  “Thanks doll,” he said to the bartender as he reached for the glass and quickly downed it before ordering another one.

Music was playing in the background and he heard a familiar voice carrying through the air.  A smile formed as he turned to watch her set, before she got off the stage.  “Maybe add some Pat Benatar in your next step, always like her,” he commented, casually adding in his suggestion.  “Anyway tumbles, how you doin’??”  His dark eyes gazed down at her figure before returning his sights to her face.

[colemonroe]

WHERE: The Outpost WITH: @cassiehendriks

After checking in at the clubhouse, Cole stepped into The Outpost, seemingly under the guise of wanting a drink, but there was more than enough liquor to go around back with the MC. No, tonight was about making his rounds and checking on those who were close to the club, the same way he had been ever since the chaos at the gala unfolded. Taking a seat on a vacant barstool, he dug out his pack of Marlboros and tossed them on the bartop. As he spotted Cass, he nodded in greeting, and offered up a small smile, “Pour me somethin’ tall and strong, Cass,” Cole chuckled, setting one of his cigarettes between his lips and lighting it. Just as he did, he glanced over at a guy a couple seats down practically snoring into his beer. Snorting a laugh, he glanced back at Cass and shook his head, “Maybe not quite that strong, though.”

[mikael-winters]

LOCATION: Babbling Brookes Ranch WHO: @cassandraxbrookes

With returning to Greywood, Mikael was trying to acclimate and rebuild some friendships and work on his relations with his family.  Nearly three years ago, Mikael went silent on everyone including blocking numbers and not responding to things.  Not because he didn’t want to or love them, but because Hector insisted all of them were a problem trying to ruin their relationship and with years before that of the mental and emotional abuse, he believed Hector.  All he wanted was to be married to the man and have a family, but it didn’t work out and now back in Greywood it seemed as if he was getting some clarity on the relationship, even if he still wasn’t ready to open up about it.

“What the hell is this?”  He questioned as he went through Cassandra’s closet.  Thankfully, one of his closest friends from high school didn’t shun him, but appeared to be embracing his return.  “Are you sure you don’t um,” there was no way of putting it politely, but he barely could find anything feminine in her closet and it was his experience that might indicate something else.  “Never mind, but seriously do you own a dress?  Or even heels…well probably best no heels unless you got over that whole tripping thing.”  Finally letting out an exasperated sigh, he went to crash on the bed next to her.  “So, is anything new going on?  Any hotties?  More importantly any new gays?”

[khakilike]

Birds of Prey #1, Kelly Thompson and Leonardo Romero

[cassandrahaswell]

MY EPISODE DROPPED WHILE I WAS AT COMIC CON

Written by Rounderhouse

Narated,Directed and produced by : Nobody

And of course my Debut into the SCP Universe Dr. Haswell played by myself.

[theodoranowak]

Theo doesn’t meet Cassandra’s gaze as she shrugs her shoulders delicately, the question of becoming a stepmom at her age one that seeps straight into the desires she’d buried along with Sam. “I thought I’d be a mom by now,” she confesses, and her tone is a little too sad, a little too honest for her liking. So she fixes her gaze back onto Cassie’s, and smiles as widely as she’s able to. “Though, for the record, you were an exceptional stepmother at a much younger age than I was,” she points out. “And, just — a better person, in general,” she reaches out to squeeze Cassie’s wrist affectionately. “I think I could do worse than to have your temperament, when it comes to kids.”

She loosens her grip on Cassie and takes back her hand, smile still practiced and steady on her face. “I don’t think there’s anything we couldn’t do, if we were married,” she tells her seriously. “But I think I’d feel terrible for cheating you out of the kind of romantic love you deserve, eventually,” she admits quietly. The kind of romantic love she’s sure Terry would have loved to have bestowed upon her, had they been given the chance. Or had they had even the wherewithal to confess such a thing, to anyone. Theo’s had been an educated guess on her part, after all. A part of Theo almost wishes Cassandra would know just what kind of an impact she leaves on people — that she doesn’t have to base her value on men who wouldn’t know a good thing if it was standing over the earth, claiming to be god. 

Cassie says Mortal Something, and Theo can’t help the small chuckle that sneaks past her lips. When she finishes confessing to Theodora exactly what she wants from him, her grin breaks open, something far more genuine in her expression now than there was before. “Music to my ears, all of this,” she tells Cassie. “Though I do, as a caveat, want to point out that I could also have him tortured for a while,” she winks in jest. “Nevertheless, I do enjoy torturing men like Vaughn in the best way I know how to — by taking their money, their homes, and their dignity,” she hums casually as she says the word, so used to doing such a thing it’s almost instinctual to her. “Whatever you want, I can get it for you. Whatever you want to leave him with or without, I can do that, too. Hell, you want his mistress?” She waggles her eyebrows. “I can find a way to get you that, too.” She scratches at Autumn’s long chin affectionately. “We can sit down later, go through everything in detail,” she promises. “But you would have to come by the office, which,” she shrugs. “I don’t know how keen you’ll be to see Saul that often, but I could look into having blinds installed,” she says thoughtfully. Probably a good idea in general, she thinks. She’d like to be able to block the rest of the firm out when she’s trying to concentrate.

At the question of her mother, Theodora freezes for about half a second before forcing her shoulders to relax. “She’s called me — or, well,” she makes a face, thinking about her mother’s manager making most of the calls to her. “Pete’s called me, on her behalf, no less than a dozen times since I moved here,” she says. “She doesn’t like the fact that I spent my money building this center. She doesn’t like the fact that I’d ‘betray my family name’ by going to work for a Weissberg, and she doesn’t like — well, me,” she glances at Cassie, shoots her a small, rueful smile. “Which is something I’ve known most of my life, but she’s never made it more obvious than now, when she has a fantastic excuse to let me know point blank.” She presses her forehead against Autumn's snout, who nuzzles her face excitedly.

With a small laugh, she turns back to Cassie, and releases a deep sigh. “She’s angry that my grandfather endorsed my move so publicly,” she admits quietly. “She hasn’t — said as much, obviously,” she adds. Rosamund would never admit to being envious of her father’s affections for her own daughter — not if it killed her, not if it saved her life. “But I can’t help keep looking over my shoulder, wondering if she’s going to show up and do something to take this away from me, too, you know?”

"Unfortunately there is one thing stopping us," Cassandra laughed and loved the sound as it rumbled through her body and shook her shoulders gently. Lately, maybe even the last few years, all that put a shining smile on her face was her boys. Things with Vaughn hadn't been horrendous. In fact, they'd felt so familiar that she hadn't even bat an eye when the intricacies of their marriage and relationship had begun to shift and change. A husband too busy for his wife and family because of the demands of his job? Normal. A husband that didn't notice new outfits she'd adorned herself with to look special for him? He was tired all the time, it was understandable.

It never mattered how clean the house was, how delicious their dinner, that his shirts were always so perfectly pressed, his sons were happy and healthy, or that Cassandra always tried to look good for him. The travesty was in the fact that she was used to people falling out of love with her. She'd bore witness to them finding something, someone better each and every time. It was why the mention of marriage, again, even with someone as beloved to her as her Teddy Bear gave Cassandra some pause. There was no survival if she eventually lost Theodora as well. She was so much more than a pseudo niece; she was family, a confidant, a reliable source of love and devotion, Theo was someone Cassandra wanted to be close to so that she could celebrate all the amazing things she'd accomplish with her life.

Left hand lifted and displayed, there was no band on that particular finger as Cassandra frowned, "there may not be a ring here but by law I am still legally married. Fucking asshole or not, I'd rather my claim to fame not be a bigamy headline." A wink and a wrinkle across the bridge of her nose for her sweetest one. "Would you really want to be a step-mom anyway at your young and beautiful age," she further teased, her palm holding the cup of Theo's cheek briefly. It went without saying, if there ever were to be someone else in her love life, her children would have to be loved and accepted as well. "God," Cassandra smirked as she mused, "we really would take the world by storm, wouldn't we?" More so Theo doing big things and Cassie making sure she had a good breakfast before she went out and conquered the day. Maybe that was all she was good for, being someone's support.

As much as she's been pained and hurt, given up and chosen over time and time again, Cassandra's heart hadn't hardened over. There's definite bitterness she'd felt towards the cards she'd been dealt, some big lessons she'd learned, but only now when she holds hope that it's not too late. "Oh, I want to finish him, as they say in that one bloody game the boys love, Mortal Something," eyes playfully rolled and hand waved off what her boys would groan about, "but I want him to take care of the boys and pay a lot in alimony. I want the house and the vacation home." It felt so greedy to say she wanted half of everything, especially since she hadn't worked since she was twenty-one, yet some part of her felt that it was so deserved given everything she'd sacrificed and how hard she'd worked to be everything Vaughn had needed. Only to be be cast aside for someone younger and prettier. Probably better in bed too considering Cassandra had been with a grand total of three men in her forty-five years. "Death seems easy, you know," she grinned to take the weight off of what she felt, "it doesn't erase or fix the savagery of what he's done to me, you know?"

Before tears could spring to her eyes and Cassandra could do a swan dive into the heart of the pain she continuously pretended wasn't that serious, she had too much to remain strong for, and it would be so embarrassing for Vaughn to get a view of just how he'd put her to slaughter, the focus shifted to Theodora. There was something there, she could sense it, like a mother to their child, though she didn't press when the excuse of being tired came. That was entirely plausible. Her fingers were playing with the loose ends of Theo's hair again, "have you not been getting any sleep? Putting all this together," she gestured to the equestrian center, "and keeping up with your lawyer work has to be quite a lot for any one person." Maybe, hopefully, Theo had someone new in her life to support her again. She deserved that and was owed it especially after being abandoned.

Perhaps she wasn't the master deflector. Well, Theodora did it as a profession, and they had switched back to a somewhat previous topic. One that Cassandra actually needed to engage in. When it came to filing and going through the process of divorce she was aware of just how quickly she needed to get the ball rolling. Plans of action needed to be made. Cassandra had no income, no real job history in the last twenty-plus years, and two children to take care of. She should be panicking. "You're tenacious and honestly, there's too many complications when it comes to Saul," because there was something the two of them had to go through alongside Cassandra divorcing husband number two, "you have the job if you want it. Take Vaughn Westwood to the cleaners and please leave him like that in front of his mistress. If you want to be my lawyer." It felt more important to support Theodora's career anyway. Things would be too messy with Saul and conflicts of interest would be the least of worries when she had to ask her first husband what she had to ask of him.

They were on their way to the stables to see the horses, arm in arm and Cassandra's hand slipped down to grasp Theo's hand. Memories of riding came flooding back and she swallowed down the emotions that rose up. The horses were so beautiful. "Wow, Autumn is still thriving, huh?" When she approached the mare, Cassandra placed her palm on the warm, muscled neck of the animal and instantly felt soothed. Riding with Theo, or even when Theo was too busy and she'd go anyway, had been such an escape. It was an ode to a previous way of life, and she too had found freedom on the strong back of a horse. "Good to see that, young girl," Cassie had said to the mare as she stroked her neck, "we may be old but there's still nothing like us." At Theo's comment, a smiling glanced was turned to her. "What's going on with your mother?"

[spellbcok]

cassandra ( @infcinity ) sent: “karma’s a relaxing thought.”

it was, if lydia believed in it. if karma did exist it was slow and almost never reached beacon hills. “is there any particular person you are hoping karma will boomerang back to?"

[short-wooloo]

What Spartans Remain?

Because I went down the Halopedia rabbit hole and I'm an obsessive nut, I've put together a list of all the Spartan-IIs, just to figure out who's alive, who's dead, who's missing, and the numbers which are unaccounted for

Alright so, there were at least 150 candidates considered for Spartan-IIs, half were conscripted, and of that 75, we have at least 50 named (or at least numbered) individuals

Alive (when last we saw them):

Jai-006

Naomi-010

Leon-011

Serin-019 (washout)

Robert-025

Douglas-042

Linda-058

Maria-062 (semi-retired)

Cassandra-075 (washout)

Fhajad-084 (washout)

Kelly-087

Jerome-092

Musa-096 (washout)

August-099

Fred-104

Adriana-111

John-117 (duh)

Michael-120

Alice-130

Definitely Dead:

Li-008 (2552)

Daisy-023 (unknown date during war, 2526-2552)

Joshua-029 (2552)

Otto-031 (2557)

Samuel-034 (2525)

Randall-037 (2556)

William-043 (2552)

Anton-044 (2552)

Kurt-051 (2552)

Jorge-052 (2552)

Margaret-053 (2557)

Malcolm-059 (2552)

Sheila-065 (2544)

Solomon-069 (2544)

Spartan-073 (2525)

Arthur-079 (2544)

Grace-093 (2552)

Victor-101 (2557)

Ralph-103 (unknown date during war, 2526-2552)

Oscar-129 (2525)

Cal-141 (2544)

Roma-143 (2557)

Unidentified Trainee (2525)

Unidentified Spartan (2531)

Maybe Dead:

James-005 (2552)

Vinh-030 (2552)

Isaac-039 (2552)

Beta-Romeo Actual (2552)

Red Fifteen (2552)

Red Four (2552)

Red Nineteen (2552)

Status unknown:

Kirk-018 (washout, possibly rehabilitated)

Keiichi-047 (alive as of 2531)

Soren-066 (alive as of 2527)

Rene-081 (washout, possibly rehabilitated)

Joseph-122 (alive as of 2525)

Carris-137 (alive as of 2520)

Spartans-116, 118, 119, 121, 123, and 124 (possibly the unidentified trainee and Spartan, as well ass Beta-Romeo Actual, Red-Fifteen, Red Four, and Red Nineteen)

Missing numbers:

Spartans number 001, 002, 003, 004, 007, 009, 012, 013, 014, 015, 016, 017, 020, 021, 022, 024, 026, 027, 032, 033, 035, 036, 038, 040, 041, 045, 046, 048, 049, 050, 054, 055, 056, 057, 060, 061, 063, 064, 067, 068, 070, 071, 072, 074, 076, 077, 078, 080, 082, 083, 085, 086, 088, 089, 090, 091, 094, 097, 098 (according to the silver timeline, Spartan-098 is named "Nora"), 100, 102, 105, 106, 107, 108, 109, 110, 112, 113, 114, 115, 126, 127, 128, 131, 132, 133, 135, 136, 138, 139, 140, 142, 145, 146, 147, 148, 149, 150 (I'm sure I messed up somewhere)

obviously given that not all 150 candidates were recruited, some (about 70) of these numbers did not actually become Spartans, trainees or otherwise, such as Caleb-095, the father of Olympia Vale

Additionally, Spartans-028 (Riz), 125 (Kai), and 134 (Vanak) do exist per 343's internal documentation, but as of yet have not appeared in the Prime timeline

therefore there are about 19 confirmed living Spartans, 24 confirmed dead, 7 possible dead, and 12 unknowns, for a total of 62 (or 65 counting the silvers), so there are at least 10-13 other Spartans we have not met, be they active, retired, washout, dead, or missing

[coffee-farm]

LAKE SONG.

INFORMAÇÕES E CONEXÕES

Lake é o herdeiro da Blossom Vineyard, e vem de uma família que está em Apple Cove há décadas, seus pais, infelizmente, já falecidos. Cindy e David, eram "cientistas malucos" do vinho e criaram receitas secretas, portanto, os vinhos dos Song são únicos e Lake passa muito tempo nos laboratórios fazendo exatamente o que aprendeu com seus genitores. Seu nome na verdade é Logan, mas ele se recusa a responder por ele, já que se rebatizou quando adotou suas novas ideologias, após seu encontro com o sobrenatural nas minas, quando ainda era um adolescente.

Sempre foi um adolescente descontraído e era facilmente impressionável pelas lendas locais, portanto, um dia quando saiu com seus amigos rumo às minas e acabou se perdendo entre a profundidade da mesma e jura ter visto criaturas sobrenaturais antes de apagar. Quando foi encontrado e relatou a experiência aos pais, ambos acreditaram nele, mas o restante da cidade não achou nada demais, especialmente vindo de um jovem que passava tanto tempo bebendo vinho e fumando maconha com seus amigos na floresta.

De qualquer modo, isso o "transformou" e Logan passou a acreditar em todas as lendas locais: o mago, a bruxa, os junimos. E, por isso, também decidiu mudar toda a sua vida e se tornar alguém em contato profundo com a natureza. Acredit em todo o misticismo da cidade, faz oferendas aos espíritos da natureza e tenta ser respeitoso com toda a magia que acredita estar à sua volta. Por isso escolheu o nome "Lake" já que era ligado à algo natural e, desde então, tornou-se mais um dos lunáticos da família Song.

CONEXÕES.

001 (de 28 a 36 anos, qualquer gênero, 03) — São suas amizades mais antigas, desde a época da escola e estavam com ele quando ocorreu o incidente das minas. (ABERTA, POR HORA COM CASSANDRA, DOIS ESPAÇOS)

002. (30 a 34 anos, female only, 01) — Muse e Lake eram high school sweethearts, e, na época, todos juravam que iriam se casar. A verdade é que nenhum dos dois realmente queria ou pensava em casamento naquela época mas sucumbiram à pressão de amigos e familiares e passaram meses tentando convencer a si mesmos e um ao outro de que queriam, de fato, se casar. Isso só tornou tudo mais confuso e o término foi estranho. Hoje em dia porém, mais de dez anos depois, dão risada disso juntos.

003. (qualquer gênero, 01) — Muse chegou na cidade sem saber muita coisa e, feliz ou infelizmente, quem lhe acolheu foi Lake. Embora seja uma pessoa calorosa e receptiva, Lake também possui uma fama à parte, portanto, explicou com muito afinco sobre toda a trama sobrenatural da cidade à Muse que, por um tempo, começou a ser visto como alguém igual a Lake até realmente deixar sua marca na cidade. (FECHADA, COM DILAN)

004 . (+26, qualquer gênero, 01) — Muse e Lake são as últimas pessoas de sua geração, portanto, possuem uma missão dada por suas famílias: se odiar. Infelizmente para todos os seus ancestrais, o que aconteceu foi o contrário, e não só são amigos próximos, como são amigos com benefícios. Na verdade, estão tentando há anos descobrir de onde veio a inimizade familiar e, com isso, acabaram descobrindo até segredos de suas famílias que nenhum lado queria contar.

005. (qualquer gênero, 01) — Muse não poderia acreditar menos em todas as lendas locais, portanto, possui uma relação engraçada com Lake onde estão sempre tentando convencer um ao outro de que coisa tal é real/não é real.

006. (qualquer gênero, 03) — O que une Lake a essas pessoas é o gosto por coisas ilícitas. Lake não dispensa um cigarrinho com a planta do diabo, e, por isso, estão sempre dando risada e olhando pro céu, são suas companhias mais recorrentes e seus amigos mais próximos. (FECHADA, COM ROWAN, CORA E NYLAH)

[gcldenhcurs]

Scoffing, "if I'm doomed to this life, I may as well take advantage of what is given to me." The looming idea of being queen panicked Cassandra. It was a responsibility that had never been wanted, only thrusted upon her when she was sure she would fail at the title. What life experiences had she had to be a benevolent queen? She would be expected to follow and rule in her husband's shadow and how was he to those in their kingdom. Cassandra worried that she wasn't worthy of the title. Grabbing at the cloak that he offered her, she threw it over her shoulders, the hood shielding her from view, "I think I'll be fine," she narrowed her eyes at his comment. There was a risk they were taking by staying somewhere that wouldn't keep her hidden, but what choice was there? "Do you really think that someone is trying to get me?" There was a hint of worry in her voice, one that she tried to keep quiet.

A smirk tugged at his lips, the brief moment of fire he saw in her was something he could appreciate. Most people didn't have it them to talk back to a knight, especially one of the Kingsguard, and yet this Princess didn't seem to care. "Ah and now you accept your fate as Queen? Here you had me believing you did not desire such a future." His tone had shifted slightly. It was lighter, almost humorous. The girl had some fire to her, and despite her lack of gratitude, he found her intriguing. She was beautiful, yes, but she was also fiery and stubborn. That would serve her well, and it made him curious of the woman who would soon be his Queen. Khol knew his place, but it didn't mean he could not find her interesting. "You'll need to let me get the room. And here," as he spoke, he removed his cloak, giving it to her. There was the dim light ahead, over the ridge, and he nodded toward it. "Cover up. If others discover who you are, surely there will be a bounty placed on our heads, and I do not think either of us will enjoy a chase. Think you can keep up with the sort of charade of living the commoner's life?"