@magneticvein: “ you’d better watch that temper ” ( cassie )
“hurrr... she is a baby, with tantrums, yes. but she will calm down.”
vlad hums, his words slow and drawn out from the way he exhales through the fog of his gas mask. the deep, rumbling, tinniness of his tone had often kept cassie feeling like she was home, but in moments like these- she wanted to scream. rip her hair from her roots. but she doesn’t, because vlad stands between her and the old man, and though he is apologizing for her, as often as that may come, he is still irrevocably on her side. and it keeps her sane. so she breathes, she exhales and paces and damn near smashes a lamp out of fucking anger. but it will startle him, and he doesn’t deserve her fury.
“and you’d better watch my behind because i’ll make you kiss it.”
rude, and unnecessary, and she certainly didn’t mean any of it. but anger had always been so easy to slip into, and cassie hates it. every moment of pure rage, because she knows she’d be no better than the things she kills, and she’d only see the pulled pork mangled heap of her mother’s face, staring right back at her. “hurrr. no cassie. he is not bad man. be nice.” she groans.
