#convo:kasandra

[dantexlykos]

@kasandrarosales​

“He’s back,” Dante smiled, “Anders - everyone, they’re back.” It felt like a truth that was too great, like at any moment he might wake up and it had all been a dream. But all the time that had passed reset, the magic that the rifts had performed had all been undone. Valkyrie would pay for what she had done, magic would never fall again, he would make sure of it, and now that it had been returned, there was much that he wanted to do. Much that he needed to do. Hakon had agreed to instruct him in their old ways of magic, and with Hela here alongside Anders this meant too that the two people he loved most were both in the city. The fates were funny that way. “Gabriel is he-” Dante knew that Kasandra had lost a great deal too, the incubus and her were kindred spirits, and the change that had taken over her with his departure was profound. “have you seen him yet?” 

[asterxalseides]

@kasandrarosales​

Location: City’s Edge

The last of the freeloading campers were expelled as a particularly agitated vine snapped the backside of one of the men that went scampering off towards the safety of the city. Aster cupped his hands over his mouth as he stood proudly on the sidewalk “And stay out!” The dryad yelled proudly, they were lucky to be alive, mostly, anyways. There were three still in the forest, but at least those who remained that Aster had left alive would go on to tell the tale of how the trees had come alive and ejected them from their campsite. Maybe that would mean that soon people would stop coming here, his tree needed to be protected, as did Ekho, Eurydice’s, and of course Gael’s. He refused to allow mortal feet to continue to trample grounds that had once been holy. Aster noticed the presence of an onlooker who’d likely been making her way through the city, one look and he could tell that she had no interest in entering the woods. “Some people’s spawn.”

[atlasxrose]

@kasandrarosales​

The night was supposed to be easy, fun. Light. Though so far all it was was... weird, and nostalgic. There were so many people here that it had given the fury a headache, his pulse quietly raced in his chest as he did his best to try and focus on just having a good time. It was hard, considering the crimes of every guilty person was so thick in the air it was hard to get a good, strong breath. He stood apart to people watch and take a breather, watching the happy couples and singles as they mingled about the party. One woman in particular caught his eye, she disappeared from her date for a moment to get a refreshment. Atlas took this opportunity to take a spot next to her at the bar, “Sparkling apple, thanks.” The fury requested, he didn’t drink but they still put it in a fancy glass. “It’s been a while, Kasandra - do you remember me?” He glanced over his shoulder at the man that had accompanied her here, genasi, not innocent. She couldn’t take his soul so maybe she actually liked him, or he knew what she was. “Is that your date? He’s cute.”

[dantexlykos]

@kasandrarosales​

Meeting a valkyrie had felt auspicious, the first of the legendary warrior’s kind, no less. It was daunting in a way, but most unnerving was the way his magic had responded in her presence. He felt it reaching for him, itching to be used, to be accessed. Stronger than it had ever been. Dante had heard before of the veil, that there were people vying over its fate, what was great about Kasandra was that while she was aware of the supernatural, she had no real stake in it. Things between them had been going well, Dante wasn’t sure what direction the two of them were moving in, but the genasi had decided that the festival would be the time for him to make his move. Or a move. Something needed to happen before he found himself a permanent figure in Kasandra’s friend zone. 

They had plans to go to the festival together, so there he stood, dressed with his ugliest christmas sweater under his jacket with a bouquet of candy canes held between his fingers. Dante’s car was parked out front, the harbour was a little ways away but he had promised Kasandra he would show her his boat. Light snow clung to the earth, a few of the soft flakes stuck to his jacket, his hair, a small amount accumulated as he waited for Kasandra. The door opened and the genasi felt a sheepish smile plaster across his lips as his heart hammered loudly in his chest. “Hey!” Dante exclaimed as his grin only broadened, he extended the small bouquet of candy canes towards Kasandra, “I was told these would be much tastier than flowers - and also festive.” He loved Christmas. 

[dantexlykos]

@kasandrarosales​

In truth, nothing was working. No matter who he slept with or what he drank, Kasandra was always there somewhere in the back of his mind. He’d found solace in someone else and rather than actually enjoy himself the genasi had just felt guilty. Whatever he spent in bars or strip clubs was moot because no amount of spending or self indulgence routed the succubus from his system. Dante didn’t know where Anders was, or why the shifter wasn’t answering his calls, but the worst of him couldn’t help but think that the shifter had left after Hakon had come back across the veil. That was why Anders was in Corinth, right? To get their ancestors remains back to where they belonged? Maybe he just forgot about Dante. 

Dante swayed in the spot as he laid on Kasandra’s doorbell, his head rested on the doorframe as every drink and cheap perfume from the night’s various attempts at self-medication  clung to him and the air about him.  Truly, he didn’t know what he was doing here, but Dante couldn’t get Kas off of his mind so when she opened the door he smiled, and squinted, one eye closed as he tried to make her out. “Hey.” 

[dantexlykos]

@kasandrarosales​

The masquerade had turned to chaos, Anastasia had caused an uproar that was hard for anyone to miss, and while he was worried for Anders and furious with Valkyrie, there was only one person that was on his mind in this moment. While people seemed to flock to the pair of petrified guests that had been turned to stone by Medusa’s touch as she fled the party, instead Dante found himself looking for the woman he’d broken up with this very night. He spotted her easily enough, but truthfully the succubus was difficult to miss, but the genasi did not miss how his chest tightened when he saw her. She looked unharmed, and for that Dante found that he was grateful 

“Hey-” he started when he stopped in front of her, his reflex was to reach for her, and Dante had to fight that instinct to keep some distance between them. Even with her illusion dispelled, Kasandra still appeared ethereal in her beauty, this night had gone to absolute fucking shit, but he still wanted to make sure she got home safe. As ridiculous as that may have seemed. “are you, are you alright?” He’d sobered up some since their last conversation and felt less heated, but still no less hurt.

[dantexlykos]

@kasandrarosales​

The genasi had a big house, but the Vidalis estate was beyond anything that Dante had experienced first hand. It was practically palatial, the gilded lights, the fine foods, the imported wines. It was completely beyond, massive, practically a maze, and all about witches flitted in and out behind the scenes. “You look absolutely gorgeous.” Dante offered as he and Kasandra wandered the grounds together, a little desperate to escape the stuffiness from inside. She appeared at home, but that was a trait that Kas seemed to exude  at all  as if she could be transplanted  anywhere, anyplace, and be completely at ease. “Have you ever seen anything so... Extravagant? I’m into it.” 

[dantexlykos]

@kasandrarosales​

Everything was all set in the courtyard, Dante wasn’t sure how smart this idea was, considering he had just performed a visitation spell not too long ago and he was still recovering from it. But Kasandra had made her request clear, and a deal was a deal. Even if that wasn’t the case, the genasi was not sure if he would have had any power or ability to say no. Besides, there was something in the manner in which that she had asked, an earnestness to get closure with someone that she had, at one point, clearly been quite close to. Dante was lucky, the only people he had ever known personally that had died were old relatives, people with long, full lives. It was easy to say goodbye when you had a great deal of time to do so. It was a young death, a sudden death, those were the ones that were hard to get over. If at all. 

There was a knock at the door and idly Dante brought his hand up to his mouth and breathed heavily a few times before he sniffed. Minty. The earth genasi opened the door and felt a nervous smile creep onto his face, it was unbearably late, or unbearably early. However you wanted to look at it, and Dante had been up all night making preparations for the ritual that was ahead. It was not as difficult as the one that he had used to invoke Scylla, but the spirit of Marina was hard to pin down just the same. 

“Morning,” Dante offered sheepishly, his house was much too big, and empty of anything but himself and all the very expensive entertainment he had filled it with. “you look great.” The genasi said stupidly before he gestured with a tilt of his head. “I have everything set up in the courtyard, it’s just through here.”