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Anna stopped her walk as soon as she hear the stranger call, her eyes widened and she hurried in her backpack to search for something. Ah bandages was a bit too much, and “Ah-HAH!” she exclaimed taking a bandaid with snowflakes out. She hurried her way and sat besides the brunette, “Sure thing, are you alright? Here there’s one, and maybe a little of gel just in case …to disinfect?” Anna asked before offering from her gel bottle.
cass paused at the enthusiasm her request had been met with - she’d expected to be ignored, or a no, to be frank. a brief handover of a bandaid, if she was lucky. now she’s got company. “... i think just the bandaid is fine. it’s a needle, not a knife. not like i’m dying or anything,” she replied, taking the bandaid and ignoring the gel out of stubbornness, mostly. “thanks. i guess. why’re you carrying around disinfectant anyway?” she continued, watching the girl out of the corner of her eye as she applied the bandaid (and begrudgingly acknowledged, if only to herself, that the snowflakes were sort of cute).
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☀️ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ─────────── “ fighting dragons would be so cool. ” the princess gasped and covered her mouth. “ do you think there’s dragon’s here ? ” she feigned a look of innocence as her hands laced behind her back and she rocked back and forth on her heels. “ mayyyyybe. it’s a good song ! ”
“oh, i’d love to fight a dragon,” cass breathed, her eyes lighting up in that particular way they did at the prospect of a fight. fuck, it’d been a while since she’d had a real fight, wasn’t it? “but i reckon if any were here and it was a problem we’d know about it by now. the monster thing wasn’t exactly subtle,” she continued with a sigh, trying not to be disappointed the town wasn’t being actively destroyed. kept her from worrying about being exiled from corona because reagan’s dad heard she’d gotten a scratch, at least. she rolled her eyes at her friend’s innocent look, unable to help her lips twitching up into a fond smile. “i’d gone at least twenty years without being able to recognise taylor swift lyrics before i met you. look what you’ve done to me. hope your proud of yourself,” she replied, poking at reagan playfully with an accusing finger.
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“raps. you’re sweet. but i think fighting dragons would be way cooler than a disastrous grocery trip.” cass paused suddenly and squinted suspiciously at the blonde beside her. “wait. was that... taylor swift?”
— ❛ open. ❜
location: replier’s choice .
☀️ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ─────────── “ I had the time of my life, fighting dragons with you. ”
#am i crazy or was there a tangled the series episode where they found a dragon#chats | ❝ ʀᴇᴀɢᴀɴ ᴄʏᴍʙᴇʟɪɴᴇ ❞
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who: open
where: no clue
“shit,” cass hissed, as the needle stabbed right through the fabric and into her finger. probably her fault, because she was probably (definitely) embroidering too aggressively. it wasn’t even the first time she’d stabbed herself, but it was the first time she’d drawn blood. great. “hey, you gotta bandaid or something? i don’t want to bleed on this thing any more than i have to.”
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xkitcharmont:
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seeing the look, and having built some sense of self-preservation over the years, kit’s eyebrows rose before he quickly cleared his throat and offered an apologetic smile. “ alternatively, ah, bad luck can leave a space for some unexpected good luck — may i shout you a coffee? ”
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cass spared a moment to give the guy a once over and conclude that, yes, he did look rich enough that she really didn’t care about taking money from him. “sure. that’d be great. i don’t care what it is, as long as it isn’t one of those sugary monstrosities,” she responded, giving him a close-lipped smile that at least managed to lean more towards appreciative than judgemental. “word of advice - helping out is a lot better than platitudes. you know that, right?”
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cassandra jäger: an incomplete summary. (1/?).
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“uh huh. spoken like a guy who didn’t leave their wallet at home,” she replied, with the flat stare of a woman who had woken up too early and had had too little coffee. she kind of wanted to punch him. it was too early for optimism.
♛･*˚ open starter
location: replier’s choice
“ you never know what horrible fate your bad luck has saved you from, ” he reassured them.
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cass raised an eyebrow. “nothing’s bothering me, this is just my face. also, if it was, i don’t think i’d be asking the twelve-year-old for advice.” she paused, squinting at him in consideration, before giving into her desire to be annoying. had to find entertainment somewhere. “are you even old enough to drink, kid?”
status: open
location: mantercorn tavern
“ hey, so … i’m about to go on break in a few minutes. how about i grab you a drink and you can tell me what’s bothering you ? ”
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❄️ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ─────────── the transition between friends and girlfriends had been seamless. the only thing that seemed to shift was the new title they both held. the feelings that elsa had for cassandra had really only intensified. she was content in this little bubble they had made over the years. the dance they tangoed along the line of ��what are we’ finally ended with roses. it’s not that elsa had a need to label anything. she was content with just having cass in her life. however, the rush she felt anytime she called cassandra her girlfriend was truly unmeasurable. it was like sitting under the sun on a warm spring day. for someone who lived in the cold and loved it the feeling was very inviting. the queen could almost see herself making a home in it.
elsa never thought she’d find peace in such mundane activities such as lazily lying in bed waiting for her lover to return. it was a luxury she had never had nor allowed herself to have. there was so much resting on her shoulders but here in the afterglow with cassandra she could just be elsa. not the queen of arendelle, not the woman with ice powers, just elsa which was something she had not been in quite some time without fear creeping in.
“ is both an option ? ” the queen asked, a blush staining her cheeks. she feigned a look of innocence as she sat up a little straighter. “ there was nothing particularly interesting happening today ? ” it always seemed there was an adventure to be had in elias. elsa felt herself melt at her girlfriend’s touch, happily returning the kiss. “ good morning, my love. ” she mused, dazed and happy.
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“for you? everything’s an option.” cass replied, with an uncomfortable amount of sincerity. that’s just the way it was with elsa, though. at some point, she’d stopped being surprised by how easy it was to be genuine.
she huffed a laugh, rolling her eyes fondly at the question. “i think you think my life is way more exciting than it actually is,” she said while racking her brain for something interesting to share. “that one guy is still glaring at me whenever i pass him while jogging, though. i dunno what his deal is but i’m starting to wonder how much i could annoy him before he breaks and actually cusses me out.”
her whole body softened at the words ‘my love’, cheeks warming and smile fond. elsa said it so easily, was the thing. that hadn’t stopped surprising her. she shifted to hold elsa’s undoubtedly cold hands, lifting one of them to press a kiss to the back of it, before wrapping her fingers around them in an attempt to warm them. “also,” she continued after a moment, when the blushing felt a little less like schoolgirl crush territory, “i think me and victoria are getting less awkward. hey - does she have a nickname or something? it feels weird to just call her victoria. kinda formal.” she was pretty sure the only person she regularly spoke to that she call by their full name was, like, eugene.
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evergiots:
despite the slight awkwardness in the air , victoria made a conscious effort to stay focused on her tea rather than the many other things that made her want to scream . for instance , her lack of faith in her ability to entertain a guest such as cassandra , the fact that she had no idea where elsa was , and the constant effort to make sure her sleeves were covering her mangled arms . in any case , she thought she'd been doing a decent job so far — until her guest spoke up . ❛ hmm ? ❜ the blonde asked , looking up from her teacup . it was an unexpected question but , all things considered , she knew it would come sooner or later . it simply wasn't in her place to start the conversation . shaking her head lightly , victoria spoke up . ❛ not at all , i think you're pleasant company . ❜ even if the two women had done nothing but sit in silence . it was better than to be seated with barkis bittern , for example . ❛ why do you ask ? i hope i haven't made you uncomfortable in some way , it really wasn't my intention …. ❜
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the sardonic eyebrow raise was more instinct than intention, though cass likely wouldn’t have held it back if it wasn’t. pleasant company wasn’t a new one, exactly, but it certainly wasn’t a common thing to say to her genuinely. it put her in mind of tittering noblewomen looking down their noses at her. or eugene, maybe. ugh. victoria didn’t seem sarcastic, though. so. there was that. “you’re fine,” she drawled in assurance. she bounced her combat boots against the leg of the chair she was seated in for a moment. probably because she was some kind of masochist, stretching the weird silence out. should she have taken her shoes off? fucking hell. “i ask ‘cause this is awkward as fuck. and we’ve kinda just been sitting in silence,” she answered, having apparently decided that charging in headlong was the best way to muscle through the aforementioned awkwardness. “anyway, if i’m gonna spend time here, i figure i should check in with the other person who lives here. know where we stand, or get to know you, whatever,” she added with a shrug.
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the risk with getting comfortable enough at elsa’s place was that, when she showed up uninvited, there was a chance elsa wasn’t actually there. somehow, she’d found herself invited inside anyway, in the hope that elsa would show up sooner rather than later. because now it just felt like she was in someone else’s home. at least it was bigger than her shoebox apartment? “hey. victoria,” cass called from her seat at the kitchen counter, wincing internally at the twinge of awkwardness. victoria felt too formal, but cass wasn’t entirely sure of the nickname situation - maybe she was just cool with a long first name, no shortening required. maybe she had a hundred nicknames currently unknown to cass. either way, victoria seemed safe enough. especially when she wasn’t sure they were even friends, really. “me being here. does it bother you?”
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☀️ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ─────────── she let out a content sigh at the reassuring squeeze. cass always knew how to comfort her. “ well, i’m his mom, so yeah! i do think he’s an angel. he’s my angel. ” reagan didn’t know what she wanted after she had finally seen the lights. her new dream took her by surprise by manifesting into her son. ben was a shock but one reagan was grateful for. becoming his mother had been one of the greatest adventures she had gone on.
reagan felt a heaviness in her heart as cassandra spoke. she squeezed her friend’s hands tight as she searched for the words to say. reagan was a fixer in a sense. if someone was upset she wanted to make them happy even if it was at her expense. beckham was upset and reagan wanted to reverse any hurt she had given him. “ he thinks eugene is replacing him but he’s ben’s dad. he can’t ever be replaced. i just- ” she looked down feeling emotions tighten her throat. “ i just want to be happy with eugene without feeling guilty. ”
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cass didn’t point out that even if eugene was replacing him, that was still beckham’s fault for not sticking around. it wouldn’t help. and she was self-aware enough to know she might be projecting a little, which reagan didn’t need. instead she listened, and thought, and gave advice as best she could. same way she’d always done.
“i know,” she acknowledged softly. “tell him that.” she paused, studying reagan a moment longer before continuing, “but there’s only so much you can do. and you can’t always fix things, raps. at a certain point, it’s up to him.” in cass’ opinion, reagan definitely wasn’t the one who needed to fix things here, but that wasn’t the point right now. she’d already made that plenty clear, anyway. she let the words linger, hoping they might actually sink in.
then she ducked her head a little to catch reagan’s eye, the hint of a smile gracing her features once more. “hell, tell him i’ll replace him as ben’s dad if he doesn’t get his head out of his ass. since anyone in your vicinity is apparently gunning for the position,” she joked, still a little gentle but with a lightness returning to her words.
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megarx:
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as the bag was snatched from her, meg held her arms up in a lazy surrender, chuckling. “ you breathin’ easier now ? and, hey, even if i was a thief, your rustics aren’t really my thing. so you’re safe. ” at the ‘thank you’, meg bowed her head with a flourish of her hand. “ probably halfway through maiming someone with that knife. are you a hunter or something ? ”
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“if i was, rest assured that they’d probably deserve it,” she replied, because saying ‘you don’t need a knife to maim someone’ was fucked up and she wasn’t actually trying to be all that intimidating. she frowned at the question, considering. she knew how to hunt, but she didn’t do it all that often, so it was hard to really call her a hunter. “kind of. not really. it was a gift,” is what she settled on, because saying ‘i’m a collector’ was probably also going to be unsettling. there really was very little you could say about why you carried a knife that didn’t sound unsettling. time to redirect.
“so, what would you go for, if you were a thief?”
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🎃 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ─────────── jasper had always felt a strong connection to the moon. one would think with everything at his disposable jasper would live a fulfilled life. yet having everything left him feeling empty. his true desires were never quenched. he was a vessel for the wants and expectations of not only his parents but and entire town who once viewed him as gold. prior to meeting zeke and serena his only companion was the moon that shone above him each night as he sat atop the spiral hill in the cemetery. the moon never judged nor did she want anything from him. she only emitted her warmth and reminded jasper that he wasn’t alone.
even know with the world feeling like it was caving in on him the skeleton had some semblance of peace as he stared at his oldest friend.
“ you think she’d have company among the stars. they’re always around. that’s true. i wonder how she feels about that fact. ”
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cass shrugged. “i guess. being around doesn’t always mean shit, though.” she was trying not to get too metaphorical and philosophical and whatever other -ical this guy is leaning towards. nonetheless, it’s hard to parse how she feels about that - the stars as company. it’s never really seemed that way. stars were too far away. too different. really, you could probably spin whatever meaning you wanted out of any celestial body you felt like staring at, if you were feeling deep enough, and the moon was no exception.
she doesn’t point that out, instead shifting her gaze from the moon to the person she was talking to. screw it, she’s feeling pensive. and curious. “well, how do you feel about it? since you’re fixated on the thing.”
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cass was a morning person by discipline if not by nature - her father’s military leanings and her own stubborn training schedule had seen to that. and then the busywork she’d been given around the castle, which was better to get done sooner than later if she wanted to avoid mrs. crowley’s scowls.
that discipline meant that, whether she was waking up beside elsa or not, she had a morning routine to stick to. at least now it sometimes started with untangling from her girlfriend.
becoming official, as it were, didn’t feel much different from what they’d been doing before. for cass, it felt more like they’d just affirmed something which had been true for a while - that this thing between them had been growing like a creeping frost, whether they’d named it or not.
it also didn’t mean running into victoria on her way back to elsa’s bedroom was any less awkward. victoria was sweet, but still. alas, if you want the rewards of spending mornings with your girlfriend, sometimes you have to go through the mortifying ordeal of running into her roommate in the hallway.
“do you actually want to know? or are you just hoping i’ll flex for you?” she replied as she entered, narrowing her eyes in a playful faux suspicion. she circled around to set the mugs she’d brought with her down on the bedside table before giving a proper answer. “it was alright. same as always,” she shrugged, reaching out to cup elsa’s face in warm hands and press a kiss to her forehead, and then her lips. “good morning,” she murmured in a gentle, belated greeting.
— ❛ CLOSED. ❜ @waitinginthewingsx
❄️ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ─────────── it had been a few months since elsa and cassandra had officially become a couple. a fact that still made butterflies linger in the queen’s stomach. they had been doing this will they won’t they dance for years. something was always holding the other back, whether it was elsa’s own fears of getting too close or the same sentiments that seemed to echo in cass. regardless of what issues may lie the took the leap and found bliss. elsa had stirred away when she felt the spot beside her cold. well, colder than usual. it’s as if her body knew cass would be coming back because as she lifted she was greeted by the sight of her girlfriend walking in the room. “ how was your workout this morning ? ”
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flynnridcrs:
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eyes narrowed at her words as flynn considered the answer to her question. did it have to include him ? well, if it didn’t, that would make this interaction very short … but he had a feeling that she wouldn’t mind something like that. “ideally it would, but - if you’d rather go find misery elsewhere, i can go find reagan. she’s probably due for a break at work, anyway. ” honesty was likely the best policy with cass.
“ why ? do you have plans with … anyone else ? ”
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“you'd do that for me? i'd much rather find misery with reagan!” cass replied, dramatically clasping her hands over her heart, all exaggerated enthusiasm for a moment.
“clearly not,” she answered, quickly moving on before eugene got it in his head to start digging into her personal life in a way she definitely wouldn’t like. “alright. if anything includes you, then… i don't know. going for a trail ride. rigged games at the boardwalk. wandering around until we drive each other crazy. or we could try sparring, but that seems like it would go downhill pretty fast.”
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megarx:
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“a knife among other shit. how rustic.” she arched an eyebrow, keeping the bag close to her chest. “true, but in the end i’m just a kind stranger standing in front of a difficult stranger, trying to give them back their stuff.” she held the bag forward an inch. “some might even say thank you.”
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“that's me. rustic,” cass drawled, valiantly not rolling her eyes. “you're a stranger holding my stuff, i can be as difficult as i want,” she countered as she grabbed her bag back, opening it to double check her stuff was still there. “thank you,” she replied once satisfied, still with a veneer of sarcasm, but leaning more towards playful than hostile now. “where would i be without good samaritans like you?”
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