#cassian: threads ft. skyla

[fragmcntedsouls]

He couldn’t appear that interested in Skyla because that would have been suspicious in itself but judging from the way that her features lit up at the mention of the baked goods, his plan was setting itself into motion. Tugging his phone from his pocket, he sent a message out to Everleigh letting her know that he’d found a willing participant, before shaking his cell and murmuring a white lie, “i'll let Matt know you're waiting.” Once the door was open and his phone away, he forced an overly enthusiastic smile, motioning for Skyla to come on in “red velvet and roses.” 

There was an awkward moment of hesitation as she watched him turn the key, digits wringing each other before she eventually turns to leave only to stop midway as the male speaks again. A faint smile tugs at her lips, soft chuckle following as she gives a single shake of her head. “Actually I work at the flower shop around the corner,” Skyla admits. “But I do a lot of baking at home so I could probably whip something up for you. Do you know what her favorite flavor of cake is? Or her favorite colors and flowers by chance?”

[fragmcntedsouls]

This had never been a part of the plan. Bella was harmless -- she was good and she was loved by her sister. Fuck. She was never a part of the plan and Gabi was never supposed to become Cassian's collateral damage. He had always feared the emptiness that he could feel festering inside of him. An emptiness that only seemed to grow with him and he'd carried since he was a boy. It was a curse that would devour anybody that he dared get close to and so usually, he didn't and now he knew why. He could have spared her, if he wasn't so fucking selfish.

Gabi had entered almost silently, scaring the shit out of him and he jolted as he turned but he was silent. Fuck. He was going to be sick. His stomach convulsed and he felt hot, as if lava was coursing through his veins met with with static. “Gabi” he managed. Fuck, fuck. Pull yourself together, you didn’t know. He didn’t know, he didn’t. His phone was returned to his pocket with force and shit, he was practically begging for Matthias to wander in at any moment – any other time and the smug bastard would have.

His gaze became soft as he found her, brow furrowing as still he remained in a silence, but he began to approach. His body ached, already missing the light in her eyes, the smile that caused her cheeks to dimple -- he understood -- that girl died with her sister. Meeting in the middle, he reached for her without an ounce of hesitation, one hand resting against her cheek, running his thumb against her skin as the other hand urged her closer. “So we won’t” he promised, nodding as he spoke, but before he could even process what to offer next, her lips had found his and they met with an almost clumsy passion. “Gabi – Gabi” he urged beneath the kiss, one seemingly so rough it left his lips tingling. "Just–” he wasn’t rejecting her, he couldn’t – he just needed for her to slow down. Or maybe it was what he needed – fuck. His hands trembled as he swallowed his remorse. He hadn’t known – he hadn’t known. Except, now he did and he felt as though his organs were twisting around one another and he was choking.

She could hear him on the phone before she even entered the room. The front door was unlocked this time, he’d likely just gotten home— from what she can tell. Truth be told, there was once a time when she would have curiously listened to the call, asked him questions. He hadn’t been expecting her, she can tell by his choice of words— likely assuming she was Matthias. Still her frame feels heavy, and she’s looking back at him— and God she just wanted to feel anything other than this numb fucking nothing. Her gaze is dark, far more than what anyone would have been used to. The light that radiated from her presence, was now shadowed in the event of the towns crisis. She looks at him, and there were questions on the tip of her tongue. Where have you been? Why Bella? Who took her? Why was everything so fucking quiet? Why was he looking at her like he’d seen a ghost? Who was that on the phone? None of it mattered. Because her frame was still, quiet, entirely too calm in the eye of the storm. There was too much she had to do. How do you bury someone without a body? Was she supposed to just visit an empty casket in the ground every year? There’s a small step forward, and she’s ignoring anything he says— any questions, any words are lost on her right now. Instead, she’s closing the space between them. Her chin tilts up to look at him, and her eyes are hooded and tired. She can’t stay in that house right now. She’d spent the last twenty four hours— planning for a funeral. Again. And it wasn’t fucking fair. Everybody came back. Everybody got to see the people they loved come back. Why not her? Why?

“I don’t want to talk.” Her tone is flat, void of color like she had been before. And she looks at him to feel something. A pleading and silent fucking beg. Don’t let the darkness take me. Instead, she’s pushing herself up off her feet, mouth colliding with his.

[fragmcntedsouls]

Cassian encased Skyla’s hand with an unusually gentle touch, guiding the fairy closer with a subtle smirk as finally, he realised that the world really was all rainbows and unicorns for her. No act necessary. “In that case, i'll trust your recommendations.“

“Just about, yeah,” Skyla grins, features tilting slightly as she glanced upwards at the witch. There was a moments hesitation as his hand was offered out to her before she eventually placed her own within his palm with a soft laugh. “Something sweet it is then. I think they have more than cakes too. Like pies and assorted pastries so plenty of options.”

[fragmcntedsouls]

If Skyla didn't want to wait for Matt inside, Cassian didn't care and he wasn't about to push it. "Suit yourself” he murmured in passing, tossing his bag over his shoulder as he turned the key in the lock. There was a moment of hesitation though; Everleigh still needed a fairy and if he could bring her this one, perhaps any suspicion of him not being entirely loyal to the cause could waver. There was a cuss muttered beneath as if to ask himself whether he was honestly about to stoop this low, but as he turned to face her; he got his answer to that. "So uh, Matt says you work at the bakery My girls birthday's coming up, maybe you could uh, help me out?"

A golden strand was tucked behind her ear as she offered a simple nod, digits toying with the bottom of her strands momentarily as he speaks before she ultimately shakes her head. “Oh no, I don’t want to impose on your space if he’s not here,” Skyla counters. “I can just come back later, it’s not a big deal, if you could just tell him that I was looking for him?”

[fragmcntedsouls]

“The only thing?” Cass quipped, genuinely contemplating whether Skyla’s innocence was an act or whether her world really was all sunshine and rainbows. His lips twitched, head tilting within momentary assessment “truly, to die for.” His agreement came paired with a sickly sweet smile as he turned and held out his hand for Skyla to take “then allow your wish, to become my command -- i'd kill for something sweet right now.”

It was hard to imagine that just a few weeks prior they had all attended a gala that ended in a bloodbath. The normalcy of life currently made it seem like it was a lifetime ago and honestly, all Skyla wanted to do was hold on to that for as long as she possibly could. "The only thing that could make life better right now," Skyla mused to her current walking partner, smile gracing her lips. "Is a trip to that cute little bakery, Sweet Salvation. Their cupcakes are to die for."

@exitiumstarters

[fragmcntedsouls]

Cassian had remained in the car for a little while before actually having stepped out, knowing who the blonde was waiting to be buzzed into the apartment and hoping that she would disappear before seeing him. Glancing at his reflection in the mirror, he used the sleeve of his jacket to wipe a splodge of blood from his neck, before looking back to Skyla to see if she’d taken the hint. – She hadn’t. Sighing, he stepped out from his car, retrieving his duffel bag from the back seat before slinging it over his shoulder and heading towards Skyla. “Matty?” he quipped with a raised brow, before rolling his shoulders as he fumbled in his pocket for the door keys, “he’s probably at the gym, you can come up if you want. Wait for him there.” Lord knows Matt could use a victory fuck, who was Cassian to send her away.

Closed Starter - @fragmcntedsouls (Cassian)

She shouldn't have been looking for the male and yet, for some reason, she had found herself outside of Matthias's home, standing at the door waiting for an answer that didn't come. The sound of a vehicle pulling up into the drive pulled her attention, glancing over her shoulder to find who she assumed was his roommate and a faint smile tugged to her lips as she gave a slight wave. "Hi, sorry, I was just looking for Matty but I guess he's not home," Skyla admits, glancing over her shoulder at the front door before cerulean irises returned to the ridiculously tall male. "Could you just, uh, let him know that Skyla was looking for him?"