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CASSANDRA | starter for @sapphiretrickster​

Cassandra was too experienced by now to openly pinch the bridge of her nose, but she was planning on doing so once she reached the privacy of her own study. “In the future, please refrain from painting genitalia on the temple to Pelor or the Sun Tree, even if it is hidden on the back wall. And if complaints reach me from businesses or homeowners about more graffiti, I will be unable to let you off with another warning. Am I understood?”

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CASSANDRA | starter for @wildtenacity, for Scanlan, immediately post-ceremony

Cassandra didn’t jog to catch up with the bulk of the wedding party (that would be undignified), but she did increase her pace, to try to come up alongside the flashily-dressed gnome. Her heart was still racing, to be sure, but the ceremony had assuaged that some, and as she glanced at her family, she couldn’t help but smile. Still, as she looked back at Scanlan, she raised an eyebrow.

“So, a triceratops,” Cassandra said. “I had never believed you until that moment, I would have you know.”

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CASSANDRA (and Percy’s there too) | starter for @wildtenacity, for Vex, post-ceremony quietness

It was a dubious thing, to be knocking on the door of a bride and groom after a wedding ceremony, but Cassandra figured that it was early enough in the night that there was at least a fifty percent chance they would be able to receive her. In any case, she could always relieve the tray she was holding of two pieces of cake and two glasses of non-drugged red wine (she’d asked Lady Kima to check, and the paladin had thankfully obliged, seeming to have seen something in Cassandra’s expression despite her best efforts) and then go somewhere to eat her own share in solitude. But Cassandra had realized she wanted to spend at least a moment with her family before going to bed; her dreams would most likely be troubled enough as it was. A reminder that she wasn’t alone again -- would be something to be grateful for.

After a moment, Percy opened the door, his eyebrows raising in surprise. Cassandra raised the tray as an excuse before he could say anything. “May I come in? I... thought this might be appreciated.”

“Yes, do that,” he said, opening the door for her to pass through and closing it behind her. Cassandra carefully set the tray on the bed, before glancing over at the cradle beside it. Vesper was still sleeping, and one of her little hands opened and closed on empty air. Cassandra smiled softly before looking back at her brother and sister-in-law -- official twice over now -- and tucking a piece of brown-and-white streaked hair back into her updo. She felt a little shaky still, but did her best to push that away.

“Every good wedding should end in some cake,” Cassandra said, gesturing at the tray. “Your shop was still open, so I managed to get some from there, though they’re still preparing for tomorrow, it seems.” She was reluctant to ask how they were, on this day, that should be nothing but joyous, and yet...

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PERCIVAL | starter for @wildtenacity, for Vex

Even the heavy curtains of Castle Whitestone couldn’t fully muffle the summer sunlight, and Percy shifted, screwing his eyes against the morning until flopping over to face Vex’s side of the bed, his eyes blinking open slowly. He’d slept hard and, mercy of mercies, he’d even managed to get away without dreaming, and so it took him a few moments to register that Vex, in fact, was not lying in bed next to him.

Percy bolted upright then, covers tangling around his legs as he scrabbled for his spectacles on the nightstand and shoved them onto his face. It must be relatively late in the morning, then, if Vex was already up and gone, and he probably should’ve been awake a few hours ago -- 

But then he realized that she was sitting in a chair on the other side of the room, hands resting on her swollen stomach, and, as he squinted through eyes still somewhat fuzzy with sleep, he realized she was trying to hide a smile. 

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CASSANDRA | destination wedding shenanigans with @gloriouslygood

The morning had arrived, and, true to her word, Cassandra had stepped back and let Vex and her brother (and, in truth, a good deal of the rest of Vox Machina) oversee the last-minute preparations. Which is what caught her nursing a cup of tea -- thankfully cooled and iced, as Marquet was quite a bit warmer than she was used to -- when Gilmore stepped onto the terrace where she was sitting.

“Good morning,” Cassandra said, resisting the urge to fan herself with her hand due to the heat. “Everyone has been greeting me with ‘it’s the big day,’ so I’ll do the same to you -- it’s the big day.” Though she kept her tone mostly blasé, her smile was something she couldn’t keep from peeking through, small but clearly visible.

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PERCIVAL | starter for @commaless

Lord Percival de Rolo descended the clock tower that stood in the middle of Whitestone, hands full of grease -- Winter’s Crest would be soon, and he liked checking in on it before that day arrived, to ensure that the gears and figures would be functioning the day it put on its show. Sure, ten years so far it had been functioning just fine, but it never hurt to check, even if he did feel a slight ache in his back at being bent over for so long in the mechanism. 

He snorted slightly, and his breath curled on the wintry air. He could handle the yearly clock checkups, no matter how some of his children liked to tease that he was getting old. (The eldest were teenagers now, almost in their twenties, and Percival wasn’t sure where the time had gone, but that was a thought for later.) He started back up on the path to the castle, nodding to the townspeople that noticed him and trying to wipe the grease off his fingers with a handkerchief.

Even if he was distracted slightly, he didn’t fail to notice the little hands that pried at his purse -- he was getting older, but was not yet that old -- and he turned sharply to grab the offender by its collar, the muted winter sun glinting off the frames of his spectacles. His pistol was in his holster at his side but he didn’t think that would be necessary -- they were a little thing, and hopefully could be told off or scared straight by an afternoon in lockup. “You must be new here,” he said sharply, his voice iced but more exasperated than anything. “Though I imagine theft is illegal wherever you’ve come from, too.”

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PERCIVAL | starter for @infancyheels, for Elaina

Percival de Rolo, Sophist of Native Ingenuity of Whitestone, groaned when someone opened his bedroom door and quietly called his name, throwing an elbow over his face. When the poor guard he’d asked to do this very thing informed him that Lady Elaina had finally snuck back into the castle and was currently in the hall, he managed, in his sleep-blurry, glassesless haze to thank the guardswoman and get himself out of bed without waking his wife, sound asleep beside him -- as she should be, as it was well past three in the morning.

After throwing a robe and his spectacles on, he descended the staircase of Castle Whitestone in the dark, holding a candle, a match and a striker, where his third child was trying to sneak back upstairs. “I don’t suppose you’d be so kind as to tell me where you’ve been all night,” he said mildly, lighting the candle as he spoke.

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❝ look at him…posing like he’s all important. ❞ (for cassandra, because they deserve to talk shit about the other nobles)

twilight princess starters | @sinaethen

“Mm. Considering his city still hasn’t recovered from its economic collapse, I do feel it was a bit rich to call ours ‘dilapidated.’“ That Vex’ahlia had chosen to bring Cassandra along to Emon (as opposed to Percival,) had been less trouble than she’d feared. In fact, Cassandra could even admit she was having fun. She tilted her head slightly. “It does feel like he’s compensating for something.”