she/her | more than a decade too old for this | married | writes gay things, reads more gay things | all ocs are trans and autistic unless otherwise specified
When a maid is the one to surprise Cassandra Dimitrescu
A speck of black darted across your field of vision. Your T-Rex eyes immediately darted after the motion. But against your every instinct, you dragged your head around the other way. Sure enough, there was Cassandra, about to pounce.
“Ra–oh.” Cassandra came up short, her intent to jump scare you thwarted. You grinned so broadly your face might have split in two.
“Got you, my Lady!” There was no smugness in your expression. No arrogance or taunting. Just genuine, uncomplicated joy at a vanishingly rare situation where you, a mere maid, got the better of Cassandra Dimitrescu.
For her own part, Cassandra wasn't a sore loser either. Instead, she grinned proudly down at you. “Well done, darkling.” She pulled you close, pressing a slow kiss against your lips. You melted into her embrace. You gazed up dreamily at the vampire when she finally pulled away.
Your eyes lingered on your beloved Cassandra’s face. Her sharp golden eyes, a thin ring of liner around them. Her lips, black lipstick slightly smudged, turned up in a soft smile. Her broad nose. The rose tattoo on her forehead. You couldn’t help but swoon in Cassandra’s strong arms. “You’re so pretty, my Lady.”
You could’ve sworn she saw a dusting of pink spread across Cassandra’s cheeks before the vampire leaned back in for another kiss. And then another. Every time your lips parted, Cassandra darted forward to capture yours again.
She pulled you tight against her and you had to crane her neck back to still meet Cassandra’s lips. You felt Cassandra’s hands come up to cradle your head, one hand on the back of your neck and the other gripping your jaw. You opened your lips, and shivered in delight as Cassandra’s tongue took the invitation, practically spearing into your mouth.
You moaned into Cassandra's mouth, but the sound was cut short by the sound of someone loudly clearing her throat. Cassandra looked up, and very nearly bowled you over when she stiffened in surprise. There were both of her sisters, standing there and looking vaguely awkward.
“You were the one who wanted so badly to go hunting, Cassandra,” Bela said with amusement cutting through the mild irritation in her voice.
“It looks to me like she's already caught one,” Daniela teased.
Cassandra was silently flustered for a beat. Then she burst suddenly into her swarm and flew away. Both sisters dissolved into their own swarms, Daniela waving a playful goodbye to you as she went. They followed, giggling, after Cassandra.
For your own part, you just stood there for a long moment, blushing all the way down to your neck.
truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.
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