#cassie1

[fairywilds]

Aristotle noticed Cassie's discomfort, and despite the awkwardness in the air, he maintained a bitter undertone in his voice. "Sure thing. I didn't expect to see you here," he admitted, the past lingering in his words. He maintained a stiff demeanor as she mentioned the time that had passed since their breakup and inquired about how he was, Aristotle couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. "Time really does fly, doesn't it?" he replied with a steely expression fueled by the pain he had felt from their last encounter when she had up and left him in Europe. "I'm doing okay. You know all those photographs I took while we were over seas? Well, some are being published, so, I'd say I'm surviving, you know, picking up the pieces left behind," His dramatics weren't lost on the situation. "And you?" He asked. "How's life treating you after our, uh, grand finale?" Aristotle questioned, his gaze subtly probing for details as his hands finessed the papers he needed to fetch for her.

If she knew that she was going to run into Ari coming in here, she would've gone elsewhere. It's not that they had any bad blood between them. It was just that their break up was hard for her and she wasn't sure she was ready to see him just yet. The last memory she had of him was arguing with him through Europe. Their last argument turned into their downfall. She left him and Europe behind in one fell swoop. "Yeah? That would be great," she answered, shifting on her feet awkwardly. He looks different, changed his hair. Her eyes scanned him closely before speaking up again. "It has... It's been almost five months... How are you?"

[deanbishops]

Cassie’s classes were infuriatingly noisy, and it made sharing the gym space with her almost unbearable. The sound of squeaking tennis shoes, high, girlish giggles and bubblegum pop would always interrupt his classes, forcing Dean to shout louder, wave his arms and stamp his feet in order to be heard. All while the blonde pointedly ignored the dirty looks he shot her. 

Today, however, Dean was thankful for the commotion of her class. It allowed him to slip through the front door undetected, Little Mix covering the sound of the door clipping shut as bodies tossed and turned in the air, as Cassie laid a gentle hand on a girl’s back, silently correcting her posture.

Dean had seen Cassie recently, but only in flashes of pink gym shorts and bouncing ponytails as she ran from the room faster than the bloody Flash. It did make him feel a bit shit, really. He hadn’t meant to upset the poor girl quite this much, and from what Scotty had said, and from the sound of Little Mix’s angriest man hating anthems playing, he’d really done a number on her.

As the class began to wind down and kids scurried to grab their bags, Dean seized his moment to approach Cassie. She had her back to him, bent at the waist, fussing with something or other. Dean tried his hardest to stare at the back of her head. It wouldn’t do him much good to get caught perving over a girl who currently hated his guts.

Clearing his throat, Dean tried to make his voice sound as un-threatening and cheerful as possible. In other words, he was doing his best Cassie impression.

“Oi, oi, savaloy.”

[ladykateblackmoor]

The sun was high in the sky and there was a warm breeze blowing across the south lawn as Katherine walked, book in hand, enjoying the silence of the day. This was far different than her former home. The moors were not made for gentle walks or leisurely strolls, there were dips and rocks, the ground daring you to misstep and see how you would fare. Part of her thought she may have preferred the moors, but truly she had just preferred the comfort of the position she had found herself in. At the tender age of twenty-two she had married Lord Samuel Blackmoor of Danby Hall, a prominent figure twenty years her senior. He hadn’t been handsome, but his frame had been that of a former soldier and his face free of scars or marks. Able-bodied and wealthy, Katherine hadn’t had to exert much energy to convince him that she should be his bride.

They were married quickly and she was soon whisked away to be Lady Blackmoor. The moors became her home and the power she had made her feel more secure and happy then she could recall ever being before. There was a freedom for her on the moors, and her husband hadn’t been bothered by her more relaxed state. He’d been so blinded by his love for her, he wasn’t interested in seeing much beyond that. Years passed and Katherine prayed for a son to solidify her place, but both children she gave birth to had been girls, and both had been buried on the moors a few days after their birth.

A year ago, Samuel had suffered from apoplexy after a day spent riding. The fit had left him unable to speak or walk. The most he could do was drag himself by his one good arm, which he often tried defiantly to do, despite his wife and nurse urging him to stay in bed. After nearly six months of suffering, Lord Blackmoor died, without an heir. Katherine’s black veil had obscured her face as they’d laid his body in the ground, hiding the hot, angry tears that had slid down her porcelain cheeks. She didn’t so much cry for the kind man who she’d lost, but for the life she had loved. It had been a taste of something she had craved for as long as she could remember. Within six months, as soon as the deepest period of her mourning ended, a distant cousin with claim to the home had come riding in with his own wife and children.

Katherine looked behind her at her childhood home. She’d gotten some invitations from friends to come and visit, but she knew that her young face and black widow’s dress was requested as more of an oddity than anything else. So she would stay here, and wait until she could remarry and restart her quest for any kind of freedom she could attain. There was the sound of hooves on the grass and the soft whinny of a horse approaching. Katherine looked up from her book and offered a smooth, placid smile that betrayed nothing and offered everything. “Good morning.”

[killianjordan]

Crowded into a corner booth, Killian watched as the lunch rush died down. He’d been sitting there for the better part of an hour, much to the chagrin of many families, necks craned as they searched for a spare booth. But if Killian heard their tuts and saw their dirty looks, he paid them no mind. His legs were stretched languidly across the cracked upholstery, nursing a black coffee in one hand as he waited for Amira to finish her shift. He did this sometimes, when his own business was slow or he simply tired of pacing the floor in their shared apartment. He would tug on his jacket and make his way down to the diner so that he might walk her home. Killian knew Amira could handle any trouble someone might give her on that walk, but he still craved her company. 

Plus, he enjoyed the secret little smiles she’d send him from across the floor. Or watching her get on her tiptoes to reach the top shelf, agile as ever, her shirt riding up around her stomach. Although, he’d never quite admit that last part. Callum gave him enough shit for mooching around the diner. 

A commotion drew Killian’s attention, a flash of blonde hair racing past his table. Normally he would put the urgency down to a stressed waitress or a harried Mother chasing a toddler, but something about her just didn’t seem right. Oddly enough, the young woman was snatching up napkins, running the rough paper over her skin in a manner that could only be described as manic. Killian’s stomach bottomed in sympathy. He’d been there, with Saskia tapping her foot impatiently as he washed his hands for the third time, or looking around in embarrassment to make sure nobody noticed Killian’s strange behaviour.

Nine times out of ten, Killian would have ducked his head, looked the other way. Maybe it was Amira, whose mere presence made him lighter and kinder, or maybe it was that he saw himself reflected in the panic on the poor girl’s face. Whatever it was, Killian found himself rising from his seat, heading over to... he wasn’t sure yet. Enquire after her?

Instead, as he moved to meet her, the woman turned, hands shaking, so involved in her own personal crises that she failed to see Killian, tall and wiry as he was. Her grip loosened on the bag as her body collided with his, the bag dropping to the floor with a sad, wet sound.

Unsure what to do now that he’d gotten here, Killian simply knelt beside her, making sure to avoid contact with a squashed fry or two. Any other person would lay a hand on her shoulder, extend a hand to help her up. But Killian wasn’t any other person.

“You’re not stupid.” Killian said, his words coming out harsher than they should’ve, given the situation. “I watch people drop their food here all the time. It’s not an issue.”

But distress was still painted across her features, and as Killian’s eyes moved to her still-shaking hands, a thought struck him.

“Do you need to wash your hands? I can get you to the staff toilets. My gi-” Killian paused, tugging at his collar with a gloved hand, before starting again, “My friend works here.”

Standing to his full height, Killian carelessly kicked the bag aside.

“Get up. You’re alright.” he attempted to comfort her, though he doubted his words had the desired effect. 

“Order 56! Order up!”

Cassandra’s head snapped up, the soft British accent pulling her from her daydream immediately, her eyes finding the owner in an instant. She wasn’t personally friendly with Amira, the pretty girl behind the counter, but she’d seen her with Dean at the gym a fair few times. Truth be told, she’d seen her appear on his Instagram feed far more times than pleased her, their flirty banter impossible to miss. Not that she was the jealous type, of course. All the same, as fast food went, this particular diner was one of her favourite local spots, and Amira was always sweet when she served her.

Cassie made her way to the counter to retrieve her takeout, smiling brightly at the man handing it to her. Just as the paper bag passed hands, his fingers grazed her wrist, startling her, a sharp gasp escaping Cassie as her eyes widened. He frowned in confusion, snapping his hand back and rolling his eyes as he walked away, grunting under his breath about dramatic females, leaving a sticky residue behind, just below her palm.

Breathing fast, Cassie spun around on the spot, heart racing as she scurried towards the condiment counter, snatching up napkins aplenty. Her hands were frantic as they rubbed at her wrist, aggressive enough to bruise, her breathing becoming far more erratic with every second.

She knew she was being unreasonable, knew that the man had meant her no harm, but the touch of his grimey, unwanted fingers on her skin had sent her into a spiral. As her hands began to tremble, Cassie knew that she needed to get out and get home, so she turned sharply, intending to race right out the door, but instead found herself colliding with another body, sending her paper bag and all its contents straight to the floor.

Dropping to her knees with a sharp cry, Cassie whined, “Oh no, no, no. I’m such an idiot. Oh gosh, I’m so stupid.”

[1x1-or-nah]

Wedding Bells || Cassandra & Marissa

     When the planning process had started, Marissa had been adamant about an evening wedding. She could see it in her head - they walk down the aisle at twilight, the officiant would order them to "kiss the bride" just as the sun went down, and then they'd overdo it on expensive champagne and dance the night away. It was perfect. What she'd never taken into account, though, was the stress and anxiety of waiting all day long for the damn thing to happen.

    Between her mother and sisters and aunts trailing her for hours - each chiming in with their own last minute advice about how to make the ceremony perfect, sitting in hair and makeup for what felt like days, and dealing with every little crisis the wedding planner ran by her, Marissa was exhausted by lunch. And to make matters worse, she'd been very insistent on one particular tradition: that it was bad luck to see the bride before the wedding. 

     While she knew she'd be happy to have waited when she finally saw Cassie walk down the aisle, all she wanted to do at the moment was curl up into her arms until the stress melted away. It was going to be a very long afternoon.

[yourockstarparty]

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[alexandre-muller-rp-blog]

Crazy 'Bout You || Cassie x Alex

Sentado em frente ao computador, Alex estava em conflitos com seus pensamentos. Não sabia o que fazer para seguir com sua vida. Estava perdido, confuso. Tinha que se concentrar em seus estudos, naqueles livros que estavam a sua frente. Mais não conseguia, pois a unica coisa que vinha a sua cabeça era a sua amiga. Nem sabia se ainda devia chama-la de amiga. Havia dado várias indiretas para a garota. Trocaram caricias e nunca passou daquilo. E para Alex não precisava. 

Havia ficado com Isis, mais não havia sentimentos com ela realmente. Ela havia se afastado por muito tempo, não ligava para dar notícias. Não importava realmente agora. Sua cabeça havia apenas um foco.

Se levantou da cadeira, pegou suas chaves e estava decidido ir em direção a casa de Cassie. Estava cansado de estudar e ficar refletindo sobre a vida. Ele não era o tipo de pessoa que fazia aquelas coisas, e não seria agora que ele faria.

Estacionou o carro em frente ao prédio de Cassie, passou pela portaria cumprimentando o porteiro e pegou o elevador, indo para o andar da garota. Não queria chama-la pelo interfone, queria fazer uma surpresa. Não demorou muito para a porta do elevador se abrir revelando o apartamento dela. Ele ficou esperando ela aparecer na sala de estar. Então se sentou em um dos sofás.

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[fairywilds]

Aristotle glanced up from his work as Cassie entered the building. His keen eyes observed her determined expression and the newspaper clutched in her hand. The familiar face stirred a mixture of emotions within him. "Hello," he greeted, a slight nod accompanying his words. The unspoken history lingered between them, a connection that had once been more than just a casual encounter. "Yeah, we are," he replied, trying to keep the conversation light. "I can get you an application if you're back in town?" He nervously rubbed his hand on the back of his head in a soothing action against the closely shaven hair that was currently colored pink. "It's been awhile since I've seen you around."

With a newspaper in hand, Cassie walked the streets of Northknot looking for any businesses with job openings. The newspaper led her in the direction of a few local businesses who were hiring. She walked into a building and up to a worker. She smiled and said softly, “Hi, are you guys still hiring?