matthiasxaless

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#exitium.task003 #| album. |

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Matt had a weak spot for Carmen since their very first conversation. It wasn't something that usually happened, for him to be fond of anyone so quick. But he wasn't gonna fight it. She was intelligent, she was honest with him for the most part and...well, it felt like she hardly gave a shit what he had to say so he could more-or-less be honest right back. There was also the fact she seemed to know when people were lying, even when they lied good. So he wasn't about to put it to a test. "Met a girl." isn't that what put most men on edge? How boring and predictable. "Not the point but, she said some shit that made me...question...everything, I guess. Ever met someone like that? Someone who just, makes you see things so fuckin' different? I dunno I guess, I'm still tryna' figure out what to do with all that..."

eyes rested on him, observing. she didn’t know what it was about him but she was curious and maybe a little concerned about him in a way. “why are you on edge?” the first question she had ever asked him. “plus it didn’t hurt my feelings, it takes a lot for myself to be piss don’t whatever.”

#c: carmen

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Now that they established honesty as foundation for their future interactions, Matt felt more at ease. There was a part of him that was hardwired to distrust, even the most trustworthy of people, but right now a bigger part of him felt like she could be someone worth the try. Someone to prove him wrong. So he would go against his better judgment. And he would let her in, as much as 'in' would allow. -- A smile, genuine smile, soft in nature, enters his lips as she speaks and he'll shake his head in reassurance. "I don't think it's selfish. Wanting to protect people you care about. I mean, if she ever found out she'd be pissed that's...a price of secrets but, you have a good reason. Telling her now wouldn't do her...or you -- any good, would it?" it was pretty simple, when put in a perspective. And all secrets came with a price. Skyla knew that, he was certain of it. Every beautiful creature, every happy creature, held their fair share of secrets.

Being asked to reveal his scars again, causes him to freeze for a moment. It was one thing for him to offer them, another entirely for someone to actually pay attention. And there's a tinge of insecurity as he lifts up his shirt, unable to look at them himself, and his eyes will focus on hers, awaiting a reaction to pass her features for him to read. She still puzzled him, her eagerness to know him, to be friends with him, her certainty that there was something in him that was worth it -- in spite everything he'd said, everything he'd done. It was uncomfortable, but also...good in a way. After Gabi, after what he'd done to her, what he exposed of himself to her, he was more careful not to fuck up again. Not to say too much, too many wrong things. "Nasty right?" he'll finally speak, in reference to his scars, and let his shirt fall down again. "It's a good thing though. Scars. They're a reminder...a pretty fuckin' good one. -- They help me do what I do..." he'd suddenly realised she perhaps didn't know -- that he was a hunter. That he spent every waking moment since that night working for an organisation making sure what happened to him would never happen to anyone else. And he realised, just as suddenly, that he cared for her opinion more than he liked to admit. Her thoughts of him. The way she looked at him. It caused a certain fear to settle in. Like if he told her, she too would not look at him the same. So he smiles and reaches for an oreo cupcake, digging in with hopes she'll not ask him to elaborate any further. "Oreo's great. You made these yourself? Man, what can't you do?"

Doe eyes watch his every move, cautious as he moves closer until he's pulling her into his frame and she tenses for a moment before eventually she relaxes beneath his touch, her own arms moving to wrap around his torso. For the first time in a long time, she could feel weight lifted off her, her story told and understood by someone who shared a similar trauma, who didn't look at her any differently even knowing what was hid beneath her mask and she was grateful for it, for him. An unlikely pairing and yet they had more in common than met the eye. "Don't be, I mean I get it," Skyla admits. "Most people are more receptive to the disguise but something tells me that you aren't like most people. I think a part of me is selfish for it, you know? Not telling her because- I don't know, I don't want to burden her I guess." And she's pulling back, only slightly so that she can steal a glance upwards at the male before she eventually nods. "Yeah I- I think I can do that," the fairy agrees as he pulls away and her brows furrow, mind returning to the scars he had shown earlier. She wanted to see them, to know his story and she hesitates a moment, heart racing in her chest before her brows dip and she's shooting a quizzical glance upwards at him. "Can- can I see them again," she questions softly. "Your scars?" She needed to know. He knew hers and now- now she wanted to know his, to see the real Mattias beneath all of the broody, asshole facade he worse oh so well. Her smile eventually returns, shaking her head within her amusement. "Dirty boy," Skyla taunts, baby blue irises rolling before her gaze falls on the cupcakes. "The red velvet ones pretty good, really moist and the cream cheese icing is divine. Or if you like oreo's I'd say go with the marble one with the oreo mousse icing."

#c: skyla

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"Sure, help yourself..." he nods as she reaches for the drink, sitting himself on the tall stool at the counter as his eyes pass over her. Maybe it was time for him and Cas to change the locks. "So? You gonna tell me what's got you sippin' my booze at ten in the morning or am I supposed to guess?"

"oh well forgive me for bothering the princess," she snapped, rolling her eyes. she wasn't exactly in the mood for someone who was acting pissy. she didn't even bother giving a response before moving to the kitchen to get a drink.

#c: saphira

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"There has to be a reason? Can't a man just be a dick 'cause that's plain an' simple who he is?" what was it with people lately assuming he's some good ass fuckin' guy? When had he ever done a decent thing just for the sake of it? "You were in my sun, that reason enough?"

"Depends," Dakota retorts sharply, narrowed gaze shot in the male's direction. "Is there a reason you're such a dick so early in the day?"

#c: dakota

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"Oh that's nowhere near all I got, it's just the rest would require some sort of intelligence to process and -- no offence, you stupid as shit...doll." not to mention arrogant, power-hungry, way up her own ass. But he wasn't gonna say that directly to her face, it would imply some sort of....giving a fuck. "Huh, good to know. Thought it was just a stick up your ass that made you walk like a crackhead hooker, but a massive cock makes more sense. Though it doesn't explain the whole..." his finger will circle the face and he'll shrug. "-- sped up ageing." now with niceties out of the way they finally seemed to have arrived to the point of her much unwanted visit. And work was work, he wasn't gonna be a bitch about that. "I don't think Bejo has much of loyalty to anything, what's my leverage? Any dirt on him I can pull out to uh....remind him where his place is?" the following causes a bitter taste in his mouth. Was this what he came down to? Fucking babysitting some strays? Maybe the OEA could do themselves a solid and give people a reason to fucking stick around. "Concerns of what kind? I don't fuck with TJ...."

"What better to stomp on you with," Everleigh chides with a roll of cerulean hues. "Is that really the best you've got? It's rather- boring. You see that's the thing, I'm not a doll, nowhere near one so I think I'll stay put, thanks." His distaste for her had always been evident, something the darkness within her veins thrived on, feasted on as a cold chuckle eases from her lips. "Never needed a dick comparison with you," the blonde retorts. "Mine will always be bigger but yes, I'm here for a job. Bejo, he's teetering the line, the higher ups need you to have a little chat with him, remind him where his loyalty lies. They also said that while you're at it take a crack at TJ too. They've got some concerns about that one too."

#c: ever the bitch

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"Lucky for me there's no ladies around then, huh?" he rolls his eyes at the other, for whatever cliche ass script she pulled that comeback out of. "Is there something you want? I'd really fuckin' appreciate it if people got straight to the point these days..."

❝ well that's no way to talk to a lady. ❞ paislee scoffed back, crossing her arms over her chest as she stared back at the other.

#c: paislee

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He listens carefully, eyes glued to her lips with every word, scared that if he looked away even for a moment he'd find himself lost in the story. Missing something important. Theres a feeling that arises with her pain, the feeling he was now growing somewhat accustomed to, perhaps the best way to describe it would have been...well, empathy. Matt wanted to say something, some combination of words to ease the feeling for the both of them. Especially for her. But he found himself falling short, unable to think of something even remotely positive to say. What do you say to someone whose family was dead? Someone who was left with a world of grief and mountain of responsibilities at such young age? Unable to so much as express all that without becoming a burden onto the only person left? No, words were not right, so he steps closer still and he pulls her into a hug and he lets his hands rest gently as he breathes, hoping at least some of that weight could be lifted. And he regrets it, perhaps, a tiny bit -- opening that can of worms for her. But it also seemed...oddly necessary. "I'm sorry I pushed you to say all that. Feels now like, maybe I'm not the kind of person who deserves to hear the whole story, you know? I don't really know what to say and....I actually can't make it any better. None of it. But...I do respect it --" he pauses for a short moment. "I respect what you do for your sister. And it's worth it, I know it is because -- I would have carried the world for my brother." but instead he was setting it on fire. And he was nowhere near as remorseful as he should have been. "Happiness is not a constant. Emotions aren't constant. No one is happy, or sad...all the time. And sure, one may dominate the others at times but, I don't want you to feel like you have to pretend. Put up a front. Not with me. I want you to be happy, and angry, and sad and go fucking nuts just don't...don't lie to me. Be what you are, in the moment you're in. Can you do that? Can we....can we do that?" Matt was tired of lies, tired of pretending. And perhaps that's why he'd let Gabi get so under his skin. For the first time in a long time, he felt honesty. And he wanted to hold on to that. His eyes are fixed on hers and he pulls away gently. "Eh you kind of did, I couldn't resist." finally a light touch to their conversation and he'll smile. "What are those cupcakes then? Tell me, which one should I begin with?"

Her gaze rises at his admission, brows dipping slightly as her head tilts to the side. She hated the idea that he could relate to her grief, to the pain of having lost his parents so early in life. And then he lifts his shirt, revealing the scars that littered his skin, the worst reminder of what was stolen from him, of the innocence that he lost that very same day and her digits twitched in her lap, wanting to trace over the skin. before he's covering them again and baby blue irises rise to meet his gaze again. "I'm sorry that you've had to go through that too, for whatever it's worth," Skyla offers softly. "But it is nice to have somebody that understands it all, you know? I mean I've got my sister but I don't know- I don't like to talk about it with her. I want to shield her from that pain even if it means that I have to feel it all." This was the first time in God knows how long since she had met someone that shared a similar experience, that understood what she felt beneath the facade. Ever since aging out of the system she had felt like she was drifting, at least until she met Jesse, but even that hadn't lasted. She had left to search for her brothers with Starla, nothing actually coming from that, only to return and find that Jesse was gone and she had no clue what she had done for that relationship tie to be completely cut but she figured that was just her life and she just kept pushing, mask on her face at all times until she was alone at night, that was the only time she could remove the mask and allow herself to feel anything. Features soften, faint smile tugging at her lips as he eventually speaks again, a soft flutter of laughter leaving her lips as she offers a shake of her head. "That's part of being a fairy," the blonde admits. "Emotion Manipulation. I haven't quite figured that one out yet, kind of hard to learn it all on your own when there's not much to go off of but what I do know about it is that we have the ability to manipulate how people feel, make them feel happier just by being near us. Kind of allows me to take some of the pain that people feel away from there even if it's only temporary but thank you." Her gaze shifts at his question, continuing to follow him into the home before she leans against the counter, cold surface against her forearms. "Honestly," she questions. "I don't really know. I mean sometimes I'm happy, I guess. I don't really know what I am. I'm lost just like you. Broken, scared, but I have to be strong for my sister, I'm all she's got, and everyone else is dealing with everything that's happening now that it just doesn't feel right for me to be still sad over things that happened years ago. Aside from my brothers being missing- Someone had to be the one that can patch everyone up, to be strong for them when they can't be." Cheeks brighten almost instantly, a pink tint overtaking the formerly porcelain skin as her gaze snaps back to the male and a laugh falls from her lips. "That's not- You know what, I walked myself into that one so."

#c: skyla

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He scoffs at her words. She sounded like she watched too many James Bond movies and was tying to pull off some femme fatale bullshit. As if she'd been in the age-range for that. "You have extremely large feet for a woman. Must be why I'm not getting any sun -- seein' as I'm beneath them at all. So be a doll and move the fuck out my way..." it was obvious he fucking despised her, Matt no longer even attempted to give her grace. The shattered bottle in his hand was nothing if not inconvenience his cleaning lady would have to endure. Poor thing. "Man cut the shit, you're here for a job or you wouldn't be here at all so, if you're done with this little dick measuring contest...what do you want?"

A cold look is shot in the other's direction, bottle of beer in his grasp bursting with a simple thought as a smirk tugs at the witch's lips. "Oh, Matty boy," Everleigh tsks. "Your place isn't at my feet, it's beneath my feet. What I want? Oh I don't want anything, not from you at least. I just thrive off of knowing that you hate my company. It really gets my day going in the right way."

#c: ever the bitch

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There was always more to people than met the eye. And Skyla was no different. So he was glad he kept pushing, and he was slightly taken aback by the eerie similarity they shared. "We were on a trip too...when my family died." granted he was somewhat younger, but not too young to forget. Never too young to forget. "My mother, father...everyone was gone in a fucking instant." he lifts up his shirt, just enough to show the long scars that stretched over his torso all the way to his back and then he'll cover them again. "As did I. For whatever it was worth. Ever since I've just been...a fraction. A living memory of...of them." the hunters found him, they took him in, they gave him revenge and training and everything he'd ever asked for. It was his only purpose in life. To hunt. To be good at one fucking thing. Outside of it, he didn't exist. Outside of it, he was just a bunch of atoms floating through time. He didn't like the thought of that. He also didn't like the pain that radiated off the other. "You're...you're radiant, you know? Whatever you try to feel it...it shows, like it glows through you... it's odd. Not...not in a bad way just...different, I guess. Think I kind of like that." it was simply an observation, the kind that made him...somewhat hopeful. Maybe there was people out there, worthy of keeping close. And not for selfish self-sustaining reasons. Just...just because. "This happy...bubbly person, is any of it real? Or is it just a cover-up for all the shit you went through?" he opens the door and leads her in, a devilish smirk entering his features at her comment as he walks to the kitchen, placing the cupcakes on the counter while he reaches out for water. "Oh man, careful with your words Sky, there's a dick in the room right now dying to find out just how much you can handle alright..."

Something in the atmosphere shifts as he speaks, a heaviness filling her chest as she shifts slightly, her gaze lowering to the ground as the usual smile fades from her lips and she chews at the skin of her lower lip. Even though on the outside she seemed super bubbly and outgoing, always happy, at the end of the day, when she was home alone, that mask always came off. It always hit hardest at night, the loss and the pain, forcing herself to be happy all the time for her sister, for Jesse, for all those that she loved was exhausting and yet most nights she could barely sleep. Mattias certainly had a point that she could more than relate to and suddenly she was feeling far too vulnerable in his presence. "I don't forget," Skyla admits, words almost inaudible, the concealed pain heavy on her lips as she keeps her gaze down. "I could never forget that night or them. We were- we were on vacation when we lost our parents. I was 13 and thrown into a system that doesn't give two shits about teenagers, 13 when I lost every sense of who I was and then my both my brothers aged out and I haven't been able to find them and, honestly, not knowing if they're alive and okay or not is a fate far worse than actually knowing. I don't forget any of it, I don't- I can't forget it because it's a scene that I see in my sleep every single night but I have to- I have to hide it for my sister, for my friends, because someone has to but trust me, it lives with me." Her gaze finally rises, blinking a couple times as she fights back the tears that had stung at ocean irises, head shaking as she meets his gaze. "I don't think it makes you a no-one, Mattias," the fairy counters. "I just think it makes you lost and I get that, I don't think I really know who I am at this point but that's the thing, if you never get lost then you can never be found." The warning of his roommate eventually pulls a smile back to her lips though it's faint as a flutter of laughter leaves her lips and she follows him inside. "Good to know," she quips. "But I think I can handle a dick just fine."

#c: skyla #look i fixed it

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"Course there is. I can't tolerate old blonde bitches prior to 3pm. Takes time to build up the daily tolerance." he doesn't actually care who she is, what she could do to him. Matter of fact, he doesn't give a flying fuck about anyone as of today. Back to his old shit, except that wild and angry part that was in constant need of release was starting to numb out too. He just wanted to lay back, chill and forget he was alive. "You're dumber than you look if you think my place is at your feet. So how about you cut the crap and tell me what you want so we can end this interaction before my ears start bleeding."

"Is there a reason you're being so bitchy so early in the day," Everleigh retorts sharply, roll of ocean hues as she settles back in her chair. "Careful, Matthias, I am your higher up. Let's not forget our place now."

#c: ever the bitch

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He understands her point, but finds it personally unattainable. He could not for the life of him even imagine moving on, living life like good shit actually happened. Like he fucking deserved them. Life had taught him his place the night he almost died as a child. Innocent, hopeful child. Perhaps part of him did die that night. That good part. Perhaps the wolves had taken it with them. "Does a shit ton for me. I mean, the guilt of living my life in joy of happiness when those who ever made this life worth a fucking thing are dead, I dunno, feels like the least I can do is never forget it. Forget them. And remembering for me...it's remembering all of it. How they lived, how they died and how much of a fucking no-one I became with their departure." ever since Gabi got his mind running, thinking, overthinking, he found it easier to open up. "Come on in, my roommate's a dick by the way just in case we run into him. You've been warned."

Her frame visibly relaxed as the male stepped back, pushing herself off the wall though there was barely a centimeter between her back and the wall still. Brows were still furrowed deeply as he stepped forward again, his hand found her waist and pulled her forward causing the heart within her chest to skip a beat and her features to eventually relax. In the back of her mind, the thought of Jesse was rearing it's head and while yes she loved him, they weren't exactly together again and it wasn't like he didn't have options. "Why though," the blonde questions, clearly confused. "Not everybody likes to go around talking about how they lost every good thing they had. Not everybody likes to sit around sulking, that doesn't do anything for you." Brows rise at his question and the way his gaze visibly slipped downwards, corner of her lips twitching upwards as she allowed a faint, nearly inaudible laugh from her lips. "Sure, why not," Skyla finally shrugs. "What better way to bond over dead family than while munching on- cupcakes."

#c: skyla

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His words prompt a laugh. There was no planet on which Cas was way above his league. If anything, they were the two sides of the same coin. A good match. For the most part. "I date out of my league anyway. Hence why I'm perpetually alone. Shit's hard to find." it's light-hearted now, like somewhere along his line of jealousy and resentment he remembered Cas had stuck with him through more shit than most. From the moment he'd lost his real brother, the other had been the closest he'd ever gotten to a replacement. So he lets go of the sting, and the tension, Gabi was better off with Cas than she would be with him anyway. "I'm perfectly content with the stick up my ass. Does wonders for the posture." he'll take a sip of his cold beer, not really looking at the other as they spoke. Not even as he mentions Gabi being different, words that hit more than they should have, froze his blood for a split second, even though he'd already accepted defeat on the matter. It didn't make it easier. "Different how?" in between sarcasm and jokes, he manages a simple question. --- "I'll have you know, I have -- met a girl recently. Different. Most beautiful fucking person you could ever meet." no lie is told, and only half the truth revealed. "It could never work though. She and me. She's...perfect and I'm...well, me."

A scoff eased from Cassian’s lips, attempting to conceal his amusement but alas, amusement prevailed. Glancing towards his friend, he taunted “you and me, we aren’t in the same league. You wouldn’t stand a chance.” Through his peripheral, Cassian caught an expression of disgruntlement on the others features that he didn’t quite understand, the momentary tension that had now transferred into the air that hung suffocatingly around them. “You should try it some time. Company, I mean. Works better if the company’s hot, but whatever. It might just pull that stick out of your ass while you’re at it.” Cassian’s sharp smile returned, stretching his neck from side to side as he disregarded Matthias’ quip. “You sound awful concerned with what’s mine” peering over towards the other, his brow lifted and his lips twitched stating simply “she’s different.” Those words would sting Matthias more than Cassian could even comprehend. “Good for you, no seriously, I mean that. I’m just glad that you’re finally getting around to losing your virginity. Make sure to save me a fucking bear claw though."

#c: cas

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"Well, pardon my shit mood, if you're looking for cheery company you're at the wrong address." not that he was known for being in good mood in general. But last few days had him beat. "If you want a drink, you know where the kitchen is."

"probably because i just managed to get off work for the next two days and you're being incredibly annoying," she snapped, her lack of sleep from her past few long night shifts getting to her.

#c: cute shorty

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"Ah..." he feels a tiny sting of guilt. He liked Carmen. For whatever it was worth. She was smart. She was honest. Hard to read. But his recent pining over a girl he couldn't have left him feeling somewhat...out of balance. "Forgive me I'm...on edge, I guess."

“i’m not being antagonising.” the dragon spoke, a small narrowing of her brown hues. “i was just trying to be..what’s that word nice towards you.”

#c: carmen

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Matthias fucking hated witches and their witchy shit. At the bottom of every fucking problem, you could find one of them wiggling their fingers and pulling strings. He would have killed her for what she'd just done, but he couldn't. For a plethora of reasons. -- He gets out of the pool, anger waking him up and setting him on fire. Finally, he'd felt something other than self-pity. So he walks up to her, straight to her face and the anger in his eyes reflects in hers and he tilts his head. "One day, I will cut your fucking hands off and feed them to the wolves." he then shakes his head, letting the water fall on her face before picking her up and tossing her over his shoulder. Running into the pool with her before she can react. A laugh will follow as he dives back up, and he'll splash her the second her head peaks through.

There’s a glance over at him, the sun was making her eyes squint and she’d been gone a couple weeks, tracking down a vampire that she’d chased all the way to Florida. There’s a slight glance in his direction, before magic wavers in her hand, and flicks the chair he’d been laying on— into the air along with him, plummeting into the pool side— without so much as a word.

#c: bwitch

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He's pouring him a cup of coffee, but then his eyes in their morbid fucking curiosity shift at her and a softness that comes over her features as she looks at him cause him to overfill, burning himself in the process. "Fuck." he'll reach for the sponge instantly, pouring cold water over the burn and refusing to turn back again until his face feels somewhat composed. -- Matt knows she can hear his heartbeat, he knows he was not good at pretending. And Cas knows him enough as a person to clock something's not right. So he had to play it off, best way he knew how. A smile spreads across his lips now and he's back with them and he's determined not to let it show just how much this whole fucked up situation got to him. "What was it you said once Gabs? Feel sorry for the bear?" he cleans up the mess and places a cup in front of Cas, his eyes fixed on him.

He almost scoffs at her words, but holds back, taking a sip before leaning on his elbows across from them once again. "Yeah Cas, she was waiting for you." words take on the same tone she'd offered and there's a sting as he watches just how deeper the worry ran over the others messed up face. There was no longer any need for him to question a single fucking thing. Cas' protectiveness, her softness, it was fucking obvious. "Don't worry, I've been an exemplary host. Ain't that right, dimples?" eyes shift towards her again and his tone is playful. So he takes his cup and limps toward the door, stopping by his friend on the way placing a hand on his shoulder as he leans in. "She's got a bite to her this one, be nice." he'll turn towards her next. "Thank you for your help Gabriella." he bows ever so slightly. "You two enjoy your time." and leaves the room. @fragmcntedsouls

Cassian had been late to meet Gabi and not even just a little, but a few minutes shy of an hour. For the first time in his entire life, he was actually late and fuck, had he been stressed about it. He'd been checking his phone relentlessly for missed calls from the she wolf and there was an urgency as he turned the key in the lock, hoping that this wasn't about to turn into a fight.

Long before he'd even entered the kitchen though, the atmosphere had been suffocating and the clank of mugs was disrupted by voices; two incredibly familiar voices. Fuccccck. It wasn't as though Cassian and Gabi had ever been discrete and Matthias had already called him out on his company, except her identity had never been revealed. At least, not until now. 

His eyes were frantic to find Gabi first, his relief visible as he found her safely situated on one of the kitchen stools – with Matthias close, too close before there’s a forced distance between them. Cassian’s expression hardened and he was reluctant to find Matthias. He shook his head instead of verbalising a response, almost as if afraid to speak, fearful that the emotion would be detectable in his tone. Forcing himself to head further into the kitchen, he suddenly felt uncomfortable in his own home as he set his gym back down onto the floor, kicking it a little too harshly beneath the table. 

There's too much in the room that already takes his distaste, the dishevelled state of Matthias and the evidence around that Gabi had helped patch him up. His jaw tightened, frame becoming rigid as he leant back against the counter. “Am I interrupting?” His tone now sounded as cold as the atmosphere suddenly became and there’s a knot in his chest that he’s adamant to ignore.

#c: cas #c: gabi #and i ooop