Post by cassia ines flint on Jun 4, 2023 11:19:39 GMT -5
cassia ines flint
Over the years, it had gotten more and more quiet in the abandoned cabin that the Irons family and Cassia had found their refuge to when the chaos had started. First, it was Harper's father who had not returned from getting supplies. A couple months later, Harper's mother hadn't returned either. Every day, Cassia wondered how long it would take before she was the only one left.
With a sigh, she turned off the fire of the stove, pouring the potion in the small cauldron into a cup. Cassia was by no means a potion master, but she'd gotten familiar with the potion that would easy Harper's pain in what were undoubtedly her girlfriend and best friend's final days. The past five years had been difficult, beautiful and intense. Some moments had been really amazing, but many had been really sad. The past few months especially had been difficult, with Harper barley able to get out of bed anymore. Harper slept most of the day, while Cassia was afraid to even close her eyes for a second, worried that Harper would be gone when she woke up.
Tucking her wand into her back pocket, Cassie picked up the cup and carried it across the cabin to the bedroom that the two of them had shared ever since moving in. After so many years, it had gotten into more of a homely state than the abandoned state in which they'd first found it. Still, there were moments in which Cassia was hopeful, hopeful that everything would be over soon, that they could take Harper to an actual Healer and that they could get married, have their own house, their own family.
Cassia sat down on the edge of their bed, reaching out her free hand to brush a strand of Harper's hair away, in an attempt to wake her up. "Hey sleepyhead. I made you your potion," she said, watching as Harper sat up in the bed before she carefully handed her the cup with a suspicious smelling liquid. Cassia was sure it didn't taste so well either, but as long as it helped Harper would probably do anything. "How are you feeling?" Cassia still asked, all the time, even if the answer was never very positive.
With a sigh, she turned off the fire of the stove, pouring the potion in the small cauldron into a cup. Cassia was by no means a potion master, but she'd gotten familiar with the potion that would easy Harper's pain in what were undoubtedly her girlfriend and best friend's final days. The past five years had been difficult, beautiful and intense. Some moments had been really amazing, but many had been really sad. The past few months especially had been difficult, with Harper barley able to get out of bed anymore. Harper slept most of the day, while Cassia was afraid to even close her eyes for a second, worried that Harper would be gone when she woke up.
Tucking her wand into her back pocket, Cassie picked up the cup and carried it across the cabin to the bedroom that the two of them had shared ever since moving in. After so many years, it had gotten into more of a homely state than the abandoned state in which they'd first found it. Still, there were moments in which Cassia was hopeful, hopeful that everything would be over soon, that they could take Harper to an actual Healer and that they could get married, have their own house, their own family.
Cassia sat down on the edge of their bed, reaching out her free hand to brush a strand of Harper's hair away, in an attempt to wake her up. "Hey sleepyhead. I made you your potion," she said, watching as Harper sat up in the bed before she carefully handed her the cup with a suspicious smelling liquid. Cassia was sure it didn't taste so well either, but as long as it helped Harper would probably do anything. "How are you feeling?" Cassia still asked, all the time, even if the answer was never very positive.
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