Despite having the ( cursed ) perk of being an Original, Cassieâs body had felt more discomfort than it previously had ever before. The youngest Davenportâs body felt as though it had submerged into the frozen depths of a lake, and was not able to reach the comfort of air. She flicked her lighter on, watching the dozens of heroes stumble across the station and offering the support she was yet to give. Legs perched to her chest, Cassie saw a breath of condensed air leave her lips scorched by a much forced winter. The blonde reached for a hip flask in her jacket pocket, bringing it out into the open. âHey, you. Want a drink? Trust me, alcohol warms you up.â












