#yes it's fpn i can't argue with it this is what brasso wanted

[notasapleasure]

Sunday sentences

It's not Sunday. It's more than six anythings. But here's a little bit of saga AU because I did mean to post something yesterday but didn't have time before I went out...

Cassian plonked himself down next to me and wordlessly communicated his first demand: I peeled a thin slice of meat from my meal and passed it to him held between my thumb and the knife blade.

His expressions are hard to describe - much as I'd known he wanted a slice of smoked lamb without him saying anything, I knew that he smiled even though his lips didn't move.

He chewed on the meat I'd given him and eyed me, but remained silent.

Finally I gave in with a sigh and asked him if he was avoiding anyone in particular.

He worked at the inside of his lip with his teeth and wrapped his arms around his knees. "I might have got Clem in trouble. Some guy's been complaining about me riding his horses. I didn't even do anything! The horse was fine when I left it."

I cocked an eyebrow, but Cassian swore on some word I didn't know but presumed had significance to him.

"Sounds unfair," I conceded.

"It is," he looked at me darkly and I gave him another slice of meat. "Clem paid this guy compensation. I don't get it, I didn't do anything!"

"The horse was injured?"

"It was fine when I left it," Cassian repeated flatly.

I didn't challenge him - it didn't much matter if that were true or not. If Clem had paid up then he'd publically taken the blame anyway, and would have hoped that was the end of it.

"Is Clem mad?"

Cassian shook his head at his knees. "Maarva is." He worked his jaw angrily, but didn't elaborate. Instead he turned to me again, a puzzled frown on his face. "Is it true? What they're saying about you?"

I gave a hollow snort and gazed down at the fires again. "Which bit?"