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Post by cassian gabriel van helsing on Jan 27, 2023 14:54:36 GMT -5
❝ | He wasn't in a cell - why wasn't he in a cell?The hell that had been the masquerade party had been a little over a week prior, and Cassian was more concerned with the fact that the room he'd been holed up in had windows and a bed. He'd heard plenty about the type of cell that the Order usually threw their prisoners in, knew that they weren't the most comfortable things... although, he was certain they likely had more creature comforts in them than any cell in Azkaban.Still, he wasn't imprisoned... not technically. He'd been allowed outside once or twice with an escort, though the door to the room he was in was being closely guarded. The werewolf that was usually stationed outside was far from the kindest individual he'd ever met, though Cassian supposed that couldn't be helped - he was guarding the notorious Van Helsing, after all. Cassian had killed his kind for less... hell, he'd probably killed someone the man knew.And yet, despite the fact that he certainly should have been dead, if not stuffed into a cramped cell, he wasn't.It wasn't until he received his first visitor that he pieced together why.Cassian had been staring out the window of his room when the door opened, and he turned to see Seraphina step inside. After a brief word to the werewolf guarding the room, the door shut behind her, leaving the two of them alone for the first time in a long time."Oh," Cassian murmured, slight amazement in his voice as the lightbulb went off in his head. "I guess I have you to thank for not being in a jail cell right now... and for not being dead, I guess." |
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Dueling Professor, 1/2 Veela
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Post by seraphina althea cantrelle on Feb 9, 2023 20:13:56 GMT -5
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in all their years spent dancing around one another, spent arguing and bickering and sometimes even coming to blows – seraphina had rarely let herself think of cassian as little more than an idea.
he was a manifestation, in her mind, of all that was wrong with the world. a piecing together of prejudice and pain, a construction designed to remind her of the risk of weakness. cassian van helsing was little more than a gnat that continued to resurface. when she remembered the light in his eyes during the fleeting moments of their youth, she stamped it out with the reminder of the lives that had fallen to his blade.
and then came his confession. and then, the ball. the shield she had thrown up had been instinct. that, on its own, was easily dismissed. the conscious effort she had made to save him while bodies dropped around them was not as easily ignored. when she tried to, in the days since, she had remembered turning to see the look on his face in the midst of it all. the recognition of her choice wasn’t something they’d had time to address since. she hadn’t given them time: despite insisting on his arrangements, she’d avoided his room entirely.
until now, when she stepped into the room and dismissed the guard assigned. she waited and watched as the door slid close before even sparing a glance toward cassian, standing on the other side of the small space.
when he spoke, she struggled to hide the way her lips pursed into a thin line. so much bloodshed. so much death. she hadn’t quite the time to mourn yet. “you do, yes,” she responded with a forced sort of calm. “though i can’t take all the credit for the latter, you aren’t exactly useless in a fight.”
her fists clenched, working to keep her stance intact. “i am doing rounds with everyone.” lie. “someone thought to recommend i come in here.” another lie, almost as poorly concealed as the first. her hesitation betrayed her as she paused before speaking again. “i trust you are alright, cassian. we haven’t a moment to- are you alright?”
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