kiss on the forehead, from cassandra!
𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ——— @mrcybite
a truth befitting of karmic justice . the reality almost too fantastical , too much like a distant dream , whispers of a childish hope — you need to stop this ; she's not the same , she'll never be the same person you knew ! — a hope whose muted glow coruscates at the fount of her ( long kept ) masked affections , alive and unharmed . she , no longer some marionette for the self - proclaimed messiah to use as he wills it ; she , rising from the ash of the seemingly impossible , the newfound epitome .
for what feels like eons , she's at a standstill . disbelieving yet with a yearning to reach out . lay an outstretched hand forth , let the skin of her palm graze at a cheek unmarred . but , she stops herself . a pause , longer this time , before grimy leather seems to move on their own accord , purposeful . her gait is slow , unsteady it seems , as if not to startle — whether not to startle cassandra or addy herself , she can't tell .
when she stops , she's a mere breath away from her . too long . it's been far too long . one year , two , maybe more . another pause , this moment now a distinct kind of suspense that's weighty on the shoulders . her mouth parts to speak — what's one to say after so long ? what's one to say to someone that was missed so dearly ? — but the words catch in her throat . the air between them requires not a single word to permeate its flimsiness , a fact easily solidified the moment a pair of lips touch her forehead.
it's the only sign she needs . she brings her close , arms with a tight hold as she envelops her silently , a surge of hot tears splintering what composure she maintained , heat present within her cheeks . she's back . she's really back .
❝ i thought we'd lost you . ❞
