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It’s here
“It’s finally here and we’re not ready,” Cassandra said, her voice a little too loud and far too shaky as she spoke into the cell phone clutched close to her face. She didn’t notice anyone else around her until after, mouthing ‘Sorry’ to them while listening to someone else on the other line for a few moments and then hanging up the phone. “Sorry about that,” she apologized again.
Fuck that hurt... - Bridget & Cassandra
Bridget tensed as Cassandra made a face like she was going to puke. She held out her hands ready to steady her or hold back her hair if necessary. When the woman fell back against the wall she relaxed slightly, relieved that she hadn’t thrown up. She frowned at her words. Clearly Cassandra was anything but okay. Her face was pale and there was still some blood trickling from her nose. Bridget twisted around to pull her bag toward her. Taking out her pack of kleenex she pulled a few squares out and pressed them into Cassandra’s hand.
“Here. Take these. You didn’t hit your head did you?” As she spoke Bridget gave Cassandra a once over to check for any injuries. It didn’t look as if she were hurt physically. Maybe it was some kind of bug? Or could it have something to do with Cassandra’s powers? Hell, Bridget didn’t even know if Cassandra had powers or not. Whatever the cause of her state was, it was probably best to make sure she hadn’t injured herself when she had collapsed before worrying about anything else.
Although this was hardly the first time Cassandra had collapsed after a particularly brutal vision, this was the first time anyone had really fussed over her for it. She was used to places where people kept to themselves and avoided other people’s problems. She took the proffered tissues and used them to wipe at the blood trickling from her nose. “Thanks, but really, I’m used to this,” she replied, though she actually didn’t remember if she had hit her head or not and the headache made it hard to tell.
“Sorry to worry you.” Cassandra tried to push herself up and managed to at least lean forward. “I just need a minute to get my head on straight and then I can help you with whatever you were looking for.” Wiping away the rest of the blood, she pushed herself up to unsteady feet, nearly taking down a display rack before managing to steady herself.
F*ck that hurt... - Dylan & Cassandra
Dylan snorts in disbelief when she says she’ll be fine, what with her unfocused eyes and blood from her nose. He listens to her talk about a vision. “A plague?” he asks, curious. “What’s the point in having a vision if there’s nothing to be done about it?” he wonders.
Cassandra registered the skepticism over what she’d said but pushed it aside. After all, Dylan was typically skeptical when it came to this sort of thing. His question wasn’t surprising either, not really. “I didn’t say there was nothing to be done,” she replied. “It’s true, some things are set in stone but not all of it. If you know a hurricane is coming, you can’t stop the storm, but you can prepare... mitigate the damage...”
F*ck that hurt... - Dylan & Cassandra
It’s the first time he’s worked up the courage to visit the shop that keeps calling to him. He’s still highly sceptical of its wares, but he enjoys the place nonetheless. There’s nobody at the counter when he enters, but he pays it no mind. Then he hears a small voice from the back of the shop.
When nothing further happens, he starts to head to the back. “Cassandra?” he calls out. He sees her and gasps. He goes over and kneels next to her. “Are you okay?” he asks loudly. He’s worried about whether she can even hear him.
Cassandra looked up, the hint of copper teasing the crease of her lips. Were she more together, she’d have wiped away the blood now trickling down her chin, but all she could think of was the vision and teasing it free from the reality she had settled back into. Dylan’s face served as a good focal point though, even if his voice felt very far away.
“I- I will be,” she managed, blinking slowly a few times. “It... There’s something coming.” Cassandra knew Dylan was likely to meet her vision with skepticism, but he was here, asking if she was okay, so he was going to hear about it. “It’s going to hurt a lot of people... People are going to get sick and die and they won’t know how to stop it...”
You and me both. I’ll see you soon, okay?
I’ll be waiting for you.
Fuck that hurt... - Bridget & Cassandra
Bridget had come into the shop to take another look at the books on fortunetelling that Cassandra had shown her before. She was hoping that at least one of them would give her some kind of insight into her powers. As she closed the door she called out.
“Hi! Cassandra? Are you here?” She paused a beat before walking toward the counter. Maybe Cassandra was in the back and hadn’t heard her? “Cassandra! You back there? I wanted to ask abo- Oh my god!” As she neared the counter Cassandra came into view. Bridget’s bag landed with a thud as she dropped it while rushing around the counter. She knelt at the woman’s side unsure of what to do. “Cassandra, are you alright? What happened?”
It took a bit for Bridget’s voice to break through the fog that had clouded Cassandra’s mind, but when it did, her gaze jolted up to Bridget. what happened? Well, that was certainly a valid question and one that, upon finding someone collapsed as Cassandra had been, bleeding?- she reached up and confirmed, yes, blood was trickling from her nose - was should be expected. But, even after having been through this several times before, Cassandra still didn’t know how to explain it.
“S-sorry,” she managed, wiping the blood off on her sleeve. Pushing herself up, her stomach reeled and her head spun until Cassandra was forced back against the wall. “I’m okay. Don’t worry.” Odds were, however, that reassurance wasn’t going to be enough when held in stark contrast with the picture she presented, but she had to try.
Fuck that hurt... - Open
She didn’t see it coming. Usually, Cassandra sought out her visions or they came to her in her sleep but, every now and then, one would hit her with all the force of a semi and leave her reeling, completely oblivious to those around her. She didn’t remember what she’d been doing before or even where she was as she slumped up against the wall, blood trickling from her nose.
“Fuck, that hurt,” she murmured, still in shock. The images from her vision seared in the forefront of her mind, Cassandra made no move to get back up from where she’d fallen.
Maaaybe. I’ll even bring you lunch. How’s that sound?
That sounds like I’ve got something to look forward to.
It is absolutely gorgeous out today. Anyone feel like going on a picnic?
I’d love to heartling, but I’m stuck running the shop today. Maybe you’ll swing by later though?
He feels odd, sitting there, processing, thinking about his options, his brain beginning to go into overdrive. Learning to trust himself, that would be a new and difficult task, but Dylan thinks it’s probably good for him. He blinks, focusing back on the room. “We should do this again sometime.”
Cassandra gave Dylan the time and space to work through his thoughts, instead focusing on centering herself. When he finally spoke up again, she answered him with a nod. After a few moments, she added, “Well, you know my hours. Stop in whenever or, if you’re feeling so inclined as to give me a head’s up, we can make you an appointment.”
Live my life without coming up for air - Elyse & Cassandra
“You… You would?” Elyse blinked up at Cassandra in surprise. Then she smirked and rolled her eyes dramatically. “I mean, I guess I can stay the night. If you really want me to.“ She snuggled ever closer, until her lips nearly touched Cassandra’s neck, and added in a more serious tone, “As long as it would make you happy.”
Elyse’s surprise was downright adorable and her smirk and eye roll that followed, even more so. A smug grin crossed Cassandra’s lips as Elyse curled in closer. “You guess, huh?” she teased, but then her tone grew more sincere. “Of course it’d make me happy. I’m always happy to have you for the night.” A small part of her wanted to say for longer than that, but Cassandra knew, even with things going well, she couldn’t open herself up that much. Elyse deserved someone who could give her more, give her all of themself and, if her intuition was right, that someone wasn’t far at all.
Dylan back, stunned. “I— okay. It’s just hard to think I didn’t hallucinate the whole thing. I’m not used to this. But I’ll try to believe you.” He thinks for a minute. “Where do we— I go from here?”
Cassandra shrugged and answered, “It’s not me you’ve gotta believe. Hypnosis just puts you in closer contact with your subconscious so it was still a part of yourself either way.” She really didn’t know how to answer that next question though. “Where do you want to go from here? I mean, whatever causes our abilities, it seems pretty clear that, at least for some of us, has been with us through multiple lives.
“It’s possible exploring your past life some more may give you a better understanding of yourself as you are now, but it’s also possible it will lead to more stress, especially considering whether you actually were some supernatural entity or not, you definitely believed you were.”
Live my life without coming up for air - Elyse & Cassandra
Elyse curled into Cassandra, resting her head on her shoulder. She let out a soft hum of contentment and ran tentative fingertips down Cassandra’s arm, watching her face carefully to gauge her reaction. She didn’t want to take things too far too soon, but oh, how she’d missed this. Now that she was back in Cassandra’s arms, she feared leaving and, hoping to make the moment last, she asked quietly, “Do you mind if I stay here a while longer?”
Cassandra eased into the embrace, humming softly as Elyse’s fingers trailed down her arm. Her eyes fell shut and she was certain she could fall asleep just like this. Of course, just as her mind began to shift into that gentle calm that preceded sleep, Elyse spoke up. It took Cassandra a moment to come back and process that question before she shook her head. “Mind? Heartling, I’d really prefer you stay the night.”
Live my life without coming up for air - Elyse & Cassandra
Elyse’s eyes drifted down to Cassandra’s lips, lingering there for a long moment before she turned away. She could feel heat rushing to her cheeks and bit her bottom lip as a distraction, but it didn’t help. “Well,” she managed once she found her voice again, “then I guess I’d better try not to get to that point.”
Cassandra knew it wouldn’t be that easy. She knew most, if not all of what would push Elyse past that breaking point would be well beyond the girl’s control. But she couldn’t bring herself to argue that either. She wasn’t much for the concept of hope in general, but Cassandra would let Elyse have this one. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Elyse and pulled her in to lay back on the couch, running her fingers through Elyse’s hair.
Dylan can’t bring himself to believe what she’s saying. He wants to, but the implications are too much. He suddenly feels very cold, in addition to being overwhelmed. He doesn’t want to listen to that voice in his head saying it makes some sort of sense. “Then what are some things stranger you’ve encountered?”
Cassandra could hardly believe he was still questioning that particular line of thought and - much as she didn’t like to speak of it - she let out a sigh and confessed, “My sister, I killed her when we were fifteen. I attended her funeral. She’d been dead for three days and not just dead but autopsied and embalmed and all that shit they do to prep a body for burial. Three god damned days with all those chemicals in place of her blood, her eyes glued shut and her jaw sewn closed. I brought her back to life from that.
“And you think having memories of being something at least god-like in a time when powers like ours would have been seen as proof of being a god is stranger than that? Look, I’m not saying you were a god, but given the sort of powers we have and the fact that I know past lives are a very real thing, it makes sense that you and those around you would’ve thought you were a god back then.”
Live my life without coming up for air - Elyse & Cassandra
“I… What?” Elyse stammered. She hadn’t expected that. The idea that she would intentionally hurt anyone like that, even in a past life, seemed unreal, unimaginable. Yet, she knew Cassandra wouldn’t have brought it up if it wasn’t true. She leaned forward, resting her forehead lightly against Cassandra’s, and closed her eyes. “I’m not who I was,” she murmured as firmly as she could manage. “Even if all this past life stuff catches up with me, it’s… it’s not me. Not anymore. Whatever I did before, I won’t be that way again.” She wasn’t sure if she was just trying to convince Cassandra, however, or herself as well.
Cassandra let out a sigh and shook her head. “You are though, in a lot of ways,” she replied. “Even if those memories are only impacting you on a subconscious level right now, our memories, our experiences are what make us who we are.” She held up Elyse’s hand and pressed a soft kiss there before adding, “Everyone has their breaking point, heartling.”
Live my life without coming up for air - Elyse & Cassandra
“Yeah. Yeah, of course. That’s perfectly fine.” Elyse offered a small but grateful smile. She reached out with her free hand, laying it gently upon Cassandra’s cheek. “I’m sorry. I just… I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore. Especially you. I know you don’t think I can, but I just can’t risk it. And even if it doesn’t work, it could be a step in the right direction. Maybe. Hopefully.”
Cassandra leaned into the touch and hummed a noncommittal response. She knew arguing over this was pointless. Until Elyse had full control over her powers, she wasn’t going to be convinced that she couldn’t accidentally hurt Cassandra and even though Cassandra knew better, she also knew Elyse was going to end up hurting others before she gained control. When she did find her voice again, all she managed was, “Just don’t be so sure that the person you were then will be as reluctant to hurt people as the one you are now.”
