At one point or another, Kassandra definitely tried to convince you that she was a body builder or fitness influencer, but you see past that a few weeks into the relationship.
Her schedule is breakfast, morning workout, work, nap, evening workout, and then going home. You're pretty lucky if you see her for more than a couple of hours at home in the evening.
Kassandra had slept in the gym parking lot on multiple occasions because her workout in the evening ran late and she needed time to think of an apology for missing dinner with you.
The only reason you know that she's at the gym instead of out with other people are the pump pictures she sends you or the clip of her panting during cardio.
She's secretly a picky eater, so most of what she's always just eaten was chicken and plain rice, so the dietary change isn't too hard for her.
Kassandra knows that you aren't obsessive about fitness like she is, so she always makes sure that you are well fed with flavorful food that she doesn't really care to touch.
When you workout with her, Kassandra switches between coddling you and putting you through hell. By the end of things, she is giving you apology kisses and offering piggyback rides from the car to the house.
Kassandra likes to lift you up like you're absolutely nothing, and while it can be fun, she does not check if you're okay with this before she does it.
Muscular space heater of a woman to sleep with. Sometimes it's uncomfortable, but unfortunately part of the muscular girlfriend tax is being cuddled to death on a nightly basis. 100/10 way to go out, and just know one of these nights, she's gonna accidentally squeeze you too hard.
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Stamina for days. Most of the time, you're the one tapping out because you can't take any more.
Kassandra will see something wildly complicated and swear she can do it because "it's just core strength"
She will put you in positions or fuck you places that guarantee you're sore for a week, but you can't be too annoyed when she makes you feel so good.
Swears up and down that her favorite dessert is you, and always says that before practically demanding that you sit on her face.
One time you refused claiming that you'd hurt her neck and she pouted all night until you let her prove you wrong. That night she didn't let you tap out or move, she went for a knockout.
Restraints are for show, and she tries to play along, but her hips have a mind of their own.
Even if you're on top, she's doing a lot of the work just because she can't stop herself.
Rough sex unlike anything you've ever felt, and while Kassandra does go a bit hard sometimes, she is not going to just leave you sore and aching. She knows so many remedies for sore muscles, you just pick your favorite in the moment.
Actively poses and flexes during sex, and will get unbelievably cocky if you do a little body worship. She's worked hard to look as good as she does, so she deserves it.
Surprisingly sensitive in a lot of areas, so she needs a little coaxing before you get to touch her all over.
‧₊˚── Synopsis: A small update on life in Lalaia with The Eagle Bearer and her two favorite girls.
Word Count: 1.6k
Content/Warnings: sfw, slightly suggestive, kassandra gets hurt, (spoiler! canon divergence; kassandra isn't immortal for the sake of the story and also because why would they do that to her) but other than that, it's fluff all around!
A/N: i honestly wasn't planning a pt. 2 to this headcanon, so it is on the shorter side (although pt. 1 was actually really long for a headcanon lol) but i was SO excited to get an anon request for another part! i love love love writing for kassandra, so please don't hesitate to send in more requests for her! i'm actually begging u. anyway! enjoy!
𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐁𝐞𝐞 ୨ৎ
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୨ৎ Three moons have passed since the day you left your father’s estate for good
୨ৎ The decision had cost you everything you owed to him; your riches, your status, your chances at marrying above your station
୨ৎ But your little house in Lalaia; that you owed to your mother, and that, she ensured was left to you, and you only
୨ৎ And even after an entire Spring, you still haven’t looked back
୨ৎ Not when Phoibe is thriving; learning how to read and write, how to hunt and fish, how to play Ephedrismos and Petteia with all of her new friends
୨ৎ Not when a certain Misthios has taken to spending most of her time at your little house in Lalaia, too
୨ৎ After all, you’d promised her that, here, she’d always have a place to call home
୨ৎ Kassandra still isn’t used to the domesticity you offer her, and she’s not sure she ever will be
୨ৎ She still isn’t used to the feeling of relief that washes over her as she approaches the house after a long day’s work
୨ৎ She isn’t used to the way Phoibe darts down the stairs, barreling toward her with outstretched arms as soon as “Kassandra’s home!”
୨ৎ She isn’t used to dinners at the kitchen table, or arguing with Phoibe about when bedtime is, or your embrace after bedtime…
୨ৎ She isn’t used to waking up and finding that you haven’t left; that you aren’t just a one-night stand, that you want more from her than her sword or her skill in bed
୨ৎ But worst of all, she never gets used to bidding the two of you farewell when it’s time to take a contract that puts her on the road for days at a time
୨ৎ Both you and the misthios know that the nature of her work isn’t quite conducive to domestic bliss; in fact, she’d warned you of this before moving in on a more official basis
୨ৎ But she promises to stay safe- promises that she knows she’s got her girls to make it home to- and you promise to trust that she will
୨ৎ So, when the inevitable happens- when she takes a risky contract, travels to dangerous parts, and is greeted by far more enemies than she was expecting- she figures that this is where her time in Lalaia ends
୨ৎ Figures that she’ll come home, cuts and bruises unhealed and ribs still sore, and you’ll decide it isn’t worth it; that she isn’t worth it
୨ৎ And for the first time, she approaches your little house in Lalaia, takes in the pink blossoms of the trees your mother had planted long ago and the setting sun's light bathing the old stone, and she doesn’t feel relieved
୨ৎ She feels afraid
୨ৎ Her stomach twists as Phoibe scampers over to greet her, and her face twists when small arms wrap around bruised ribs, squeezing as tightly as they can
୨ৎ She doesn’t correct or chide the girl; it’d been a week since she left, after all, and she knows Phoibe hates for her to be away for that long
୨ৎ But she knows you catch it; sees the way your brows pull together in concern as soon as she winces
୨ৎ You call out to Phoibe from where you’re leaning against the doorframe, instructing her to run down to the market for a fresh loaf of bread in preparation for dinner with a firmness that leaves no room for backtalk
୨ৎ And as soon as the girl obeys, skipping down the hill to the street, your hand is outstretched, beckoning Kassandra to come in and sit
୨ৎ Her appraising gaze never leaves your face as you deftly remove her armor, press lightly against her ribs, wipe away at cuts and smear honey onto scrapes
୨ৎ She’s confused; your touch is so gentle, your expression just as soft, just as kind
୨ৎ And when you place a cup of wine and some bread down in front of her before tucking a tendril of dark hair behind her ear, she looks at you like you’ve gone mad
୨ৎ “You okay?” You exhale, sitting down across from her
୨ৎ She doesn’t answer for a moment; just stares, still searching for the disappointment she was sure she’d find on your face upon her arrival in this state
୨ৎ “Agapi mou,” you urge, now getting worried that she’d hit her head, too
୨ৎ You reach across your quaint kitchen table to take her hand in your own, and she snaps herself from her trance with a few rapid blinks
୨ৎ When she finally speaks, her voice is quiet, tentative
୨ৎ “You aren’t… You aren’t mad?”
୨ৎ You return her expression of confusion
୨ৎ “Mad? Why would I be mad? Should I be mad? Oh, Gods… what did you do? I told you, no more catching frogs with Phoibe and sending them to my pater’s estate-”
୨ৎ “No, no…” she interrupts with a chuckle and a wave of dismissal, “no more frogs, agapi. I haven’t broken that promise… yet.”
୨ৎ You scoff, standing up with a smirk and sitting back down on her lap, gentle as you settle in and wrap your arms around her shoulders
୨ৎ “Then what is it, if you’ve been good after all?” you smile down at her
୨ৎ Her arms snake around your waist, and her thumbs rub circles into your hips; a motion that you’ve come to learn is more for her own sake than yours
୨ৎ She sighs, shakes her head, looks up at you with wonder
୨ৎ “I just… I thought you’d change your mind.”
୨ৎ You tilt your head to the side, a silent request for an elaboration
୨ৎ “Look,” she sighs, sore shoulders slouching, “I know this- being with me- isn’t easy. I know it isn’t easy for you to be left behind for days, waiting for me to come back, knowing it might not always be in one piece, or worse…”
୨ৎ She can’t bring herself to say it
୨ৎ It might be the first time in a long time that she’s really let herself admit it; that she isn’t invincible, that she isn’t immortal
୨ৎ That if there had been one more man prepared to stand against her on this past trip, she might not have come back to you at all
୨ৎ She clenches her jaw as her stomach twists again; the same way it had when Phoibe had greeted her, and her first thought was that she hoped the girl wouldn't notice the purple bruise flowering across her cheekbone
୨ৎ And suddenly, she feels sick
୨ৎ Phoibe. She can’t do this Phoibe; can’t promise that she’ll always make it back home to catch frogs, knowing that promise is empty
୨ৎ She swallows against the lump in her throat, and blinks away at the hot tears pricking her eyes
୨ৎ “I know it isn’t easy. And I… I won’t hold it against you if you decide this isn’t what you want.”
୨ৎ A heavy silence settles over the room
୨ৎ And then, you cradle her face in both of your hands, guiding her to look at you, and the smile you bear is so sweet, so warm, she nearly has to look away because she doesn’t think she deserves it
୨ৎ “Kassandra,” you speak, low and steady, “I didn’t ask for easy. I asked for you.”
୨ৎ Your thumbs gingerly trace high cheekbones littered in scrapes as you let your words sink in
୨ৎ “I knew what I was getting into. You told me what I was getting into. You haven’t misled me, and I haven’t chosen anything I wasn’t prepared for.”
୨ৎ She exhales shakily
୨ৎ “You aren’t upset?”
୨ৎ “Only that you were hurt,” you assure with an apologetic smile. "But you’re here now. That’s all I want. You, here.”
୨ৎ It’s later that night when, for the first time, Kassandra shares a long-held dream
୨ৎ She’s already bare in bed, waiting underneath the covers as you oil your skin after a bath
୨ৎ “You know, every once in a while,” she begins, propping her head up with the palm of her hand, “I think it might be nice to open up a stall in the agora.”
୨ৎ You turn your head to her, but you don’t respond; not yet
୨ৎ Because Kassandra is no Sokrates; she doesn’t muse for the sake of musing, and certainly doesn’t speak for the sake of hearing her own voice
୨ৎ She may only be bringing this daydream up now, but knowing her, it’s something she’s been contemplating far more than she’s letting on
୨ৎ So, you give her a small smile and a nod, and let her share without interruption, knowing she’ll arrive at the conclusion she’s searching for in time
୨ৎ “Phoibe’s a damn good fisher, and I think she’d have fun learning to sail, too. We could go out on the water every weekend to stock up for a fish stall during the week. I think that might be nice… you know… putting the spear down for a change.”
୨ৎ And there it is
୨ৎ This isn’t about fishing, or sailing, or a stall in the agora
୨ৎ It’s about making a promise to her girls that she’ll always come home, and doing everything in her power to keep it, even if it means leaving the life she’s led for over a decade behind
୨ৎ Because this life- the life she has with you and Phoibe, the life she swore she couldn’t ever have- is worth settling down for
୨ৎ You are worth worth settling down for
୨ৎ And you’ve only ever made her feel like she's worth settling down for, too
୨ৎ So, she takes her chances; accepts one last contract and makes one last trip without you
୨ৎ And as she rides up to your little house in Lalaia when it's all said and done, she rummages through her bag one last time for the ring she’d bought on the way back
