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pastorella2020-01-23 05:44 pm
ghostmagnet) wrote in pastorella2020-01-23 05:44 pm
I've been watching you for some time...
Cassie had fucked up quite a bit before, but it always worked out. Somehow, someway - something or someone came through. Hell, even sometimes that someone was her. But, this was a mess. Pritkin was gone, like gone gone and she had no idea how to get him back. Reuniting him with his soul, she thought that would be the end. She didn't believe Rosier had lied to her, didn't think he had the balls. But the council? She'd been willing to go to the ends of the Earth for that man and all she got back was a lousy Incubi Prince that was determined to wreck her day. The kids were safe, that was all that mattered. Whatever happened to her, she could deal with it.
She just needed one thing to not be a mess.
Coming back from the mess of the Ares and Apollo fight, Mircea had figured too much shit out and in a fit of her own personal rage at the double standards he kept putting on her... She admitted to sleeping with Pritkin. Anyone else, Mircea probably wouldn't have cared, but for some reason, that particular dick-measuring contest was just one Mircea refused to lose. So, he was teaching her a lesson and that alone told her more than she ever needed to know. She wasn't going to bring back his wife and she wasn't going to be solely his to bed while he did god knows what with whoever while she was off saving the world. Her fingers curl over the pages poured out in front of her, studying wards and protection against Incubi that Caleb had left for her before heading out - the last to leave her makeshift safe house. They'd warded the place as best they could, but Pritkin was a war mage so it's not like he couldn't take them down. It was just to give her enough time to run. Something Caleb had drilled into her skull more than once.
Saying goodbye to Rhea and Billy Joe had hurt the most. The kids would be okay, but she didn't want Rhea to have any guilt over what happens. There hadn't been enough time to do any sort of formal handing over of titles, but the people that needed to know knew that if Cassie went down, Rhea should be the next in line. She'd left her necklace with the little girl with the beautiful curls who was also a clairvoyant. Listening to Billy scream at her to not do this had cracked the resolve she'd formed around herself.
Fuck.
For as much of an ass Mircea could be, she was grateful he'd allowed her court to stay in the casino even if she had to go. It was for the best for them - staying there with Marco and Tami to keep them safe. They weren't the target, after all. She was. She knew she was. Once upon a time, she'd have probably been naive enough to think no one would care that much about her, but she was a 5 course meal to an Incubus with the Pythian powers. And after that not so little power exchange she and Pritkin had done in the tent by the river, she probably still had his attention.
Standing in the center of the sparse studio apartment, boarded up windows, a dining room table with one chair, a couch, and a bed... It wasn't much, but it was going to be home for awhile. At least until she or the others had an answer on how to fix Pritkin. Dressed simply in a black tanktop and shorts, she thought about taking a shower, the action always relaxing her. At least, that had been the plan until she stepped into the small bathroom and was reminded of the shitty fixtures. Trying the shower, she could barely get hot water, a sound of exasperation finally escaping. Cassie yells to no one in particular, her focus shifting from the wards to her rage for a split second.
"Really? I can't even get some steam?"
She just needed one thing to not be a mess.
Coming back from the mess of the Ares and Apollo fight, Mircea had figured too much shit out and in a fit of her own personal rage at the double standards he kept putting on her... She admitted to sleeping with Pritkin. Anyone else, Mircea probably wouldn't have cared, but for some reason, that particular dick-measuring contest was just one Mircea refused to lose. So, he was teaching her a lesson and that alone told her more than she ever needed to know. She wasn't going to bring back his wife and she wasn't going to be solely his to bed while he did god knows what with whoever while she was off saving the world. Her fingers curl over the pages poured out in front of her, studying wards and protection against Incubi that Caleb had left for her before heading out - the last to leave her makeshift safe house. They'd warded the place as best they could, but Pritkin was a war mage so it's not like he couldn't take them down. It was just to give her enough time to run. Something Caleb had drilled into her skull more than once.
Saying goodbye to Rhea and Billy Joe had hurt the most. The kids would be okay, but she didn't want Rhea to have any guilt over what happens. There hadn't been enough time to do any sort of formal handing over of titles, but the people that needed to know knew that if Cassie went down, Rhea should be the next in line. She'd left her necklace with the little girl with the beautiful curls who was also a clairvoyant. Listening to Billy scream at her to not do this had cracked the resolve she'd formed around herself.
Fuck.
For as much of an ass Mircea could be, she was grateful he'd allowed her court to stay in the casino even if she had to go. It was for the best for them - staying there with Marco and Tami to keep them safe. They weren't the target, after all. She was. She knew she was. Once upon a time, she'd have probably been naive enough to think no one would care that much about her, but she was a 5 course meal to an Incubus with the Pythian powers. And after that not so little power exchange she and Pritkin had done in the tent by the river, she probably still had his attention.
Standing in the center of the sparse studio apartment, boarded up windows, a dining room table with one chair, a couch, and a bed... It wasn't much, but it was going to be home for awhile. At least until she or the others had an answer on how to fix Pritkin. Dressed simply in a black tanktop and shorts, she thought about taking a shower, the action always relaxing her. At least, that had been the plan until she stepped into the small bathroom and was reminded of the shitty fixtures. Trying the shower, she could barely get hot water, a sound of exasperation finally escaping. Cassie yells to no one in particular, her focus shifting from the wards to her rage for a split second.
"Really? I can't even get some steam?"
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God, he was still rolling her with his magic - her mind flashing back to the time in the back of the car while Caleb had been driving. Rosier had rolled her then, but it felt nothing like this. She felt like putty under him and he'd literally only kissed her and touched her a little. When this was all over, she'd feel more than a little stupid for how quickly she'd laid herself out like a five-course meal for him. Later. She'd be mad later.
Once her hands are free, she tangles them in that stupidly deceptive soft hair she'd grown to adore - her back arching off the grass into the hands dancing over her skin. Her breath catches, eyes fluttering open for a moment to look at him.
Nothing to be afraid of except the big, bad Incubus Prince on top of her. Yeah, harmless. If she survived this without somehow ending up in a fucking harem, she'd have some choice words for the Silver Circle's idea of wards. "Nyyyye--" The two letter word gets stuck on her tongue as it turns into the weirdest yes she's ever uttered. Like if the word decided to go off on a weekend bender and forgot it was supposed to sound like english.
"Fffuck." Eloquence, thy name is Cassie Palmer.