#casey. prose.

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closed starter for @peachfvzz !

casey had a good game today. game winning goal, toast of the team, it was exactly the kind of thing she always strived for. so of course she was more than willing to head out to the bar after to celebrate. and she definitely didn’t regret going when her eyes caught the woman across the bar. so she walked over to the bar, “ can i buy you a drink ??”

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continued from @lookstowindward here !

casey's chest ached with how badly she wanted to be of use. how much she wanted to be helpful. but she was never relied on, she was never important, she was never seen before she got to the fleet. before she met mara. it felt so silly to put so much in this relationship that she always convinced herself wasn't real. wasn't IMPORTANT. but every time mara sat in her car, she was reminded just how important the soft vulnerability and candid conversations that they had behind closed doors were. she wasn't used to mara needing anything – she never said if she needed anything. but tonight – she could tell immediately that something was wrong. that she NEEDED companionship. and casey would drop ANYTHING to be there with mara. "you don't need to protect me from your feelings, mars." she replies, voice quiet but confident. she glances up at her, from where her gaze has been locked on the ground, and something aches in casey's chest. "that's because you don't owe me anything." she wants so desperately to reach out, to hold the insecurity that underpins mara's feelings in her hands, if only to keep the other from second guessing herself. "i'll always be here when you need me." another brief pause, "if you need me that's enough."

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continued from @sickrots here !

it was nice not to have to constantly be at odds with irina in the eyes of the media. she had learned from her interactions with the other, as well as a couple well timed comments from ilya, that it was hard for the russian to sense when she was just talking shit for the sake of the press, and she had no problem with stopping it if it meant the other felt just a bit less like an animal at the zoo. on top of that, they'd been spending a bit more time together, and that was also a welcome change of pace. so a budding friendship in the middle of the takeover tour had been a welcome change of pace in the headlines. and casey would never admit to it, but having someone actually give a shit when they were playing in detroit felt like a welcome change of pace to the games her parents never even pretended to try to attend. casey fucking HATES billigerent drunk assholes. and maybe she's feeling a bit more sensitive tonight than she usually does. it's one thing to have fun, it's totally another to make it her problem. and she's goofy and sweet where it counts, but she also has no interest in being kind where it's not deserved. irina might have had a shitty game, and casey might have been playing really well, but that didn't give anyone the right to step to either of them – especially not fans on the other side of the stadium doors. she almost short circuits when irina's arm is around her, and she probably would have had she not been so violently pissed off. she put a lot of effort into being likable and palatable, so when that effort felt squandered and useless, it opened a wound in her chest that she'd absolutely rather ignore. but irina – this smart, funny, talented player that she's somehow managed to strike up a friendship with is jumping to her defense, she lets herself be wrangled. just a little. as soon as they're in the uber, she's shaking her head and letting out a tight laugh. "oh, so you love me."

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closed starter for @bruiscdmouth !

casey knows she's playing with fire. she's not stupid. but the takeover tour took them out west, and her brother was playing in vegas. she might as well throw around what little weight she had to be here. it's easy to put herself in a position to do some stupid press thing in vegas. "boooo," she called, "you're all straight and weird !!" she laughed, grin pulling across her face as a familiar player skated across the ice. god, she was so glad she could at least be here casually.

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closed starter for @heatedhollander !

casey HATES this shit. she hates being told that they're not as talented, that they're not as good, that no one watches women's sports. it's awful to constantly be on the edge of discomfort with the men's league. they have so much bad energy, they do so much to make players like her feel like shit. god– FUCK THE MLH. but for once she's trying to make friends. "hey, i'm casey." a grin, "welcome to boston !!" who cares that she lives in lowell anyways ??

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closed valentines day starter for @peoplepleascr !

"so the team wants to go out for a like dyke version of galentines day after the game on valentines day. i know some of the wags are coming and some people are being friends. are you in ??"