Family
in a memory not so distant, cassian can remember his family by blood. his mother, sweet as sugar with a fire about her so bright it burned the eyes of those who dared look too closely at her. his father was a man of glittering metals and uniforms tainted by centuries old blood from battles that no wash could remove. it was always a push and pull, a fight between good and evil at home. it was a blur of political trips, visits to the royal castle and accompanying his father on duties of a war general intertwined with humming old songs and reading old tales before bed. his mother, rest her soul, fought hard to have the family she wanted. but not hard enough. oh, what could’ve been?
the revellers, the cataclysmic, the crimson. this is family now. in a way, they have always been family before he even knew it. growing up together, their jokes and tricks were child’s play for what was to become of them. they threw themselves into the arms of death, danced upon it’s tethered rope that threatened to snap beneath their graceful feet at any given second without fear. cassian found himself finding his strength amongst them after the death of his mother when his father was too far gone in his grief to know anything else. he always had a hunger for bloodlust, always craved the thrill of danger and seemed to leave a wreckage in his wake despite how careful he planned to be. it was this family that awakened it in him, this family that made him feel safe to unleash.
and unleash he did.
