Old Friends

Cassandra’s face darkened considerably at the mention of Solas and the implication that the child was theirs. So, Solas was alive and back in the picture. Well, if he was around he had a meeting with her fist and maybe her blade if she thought he could get away with it. She didn’t have to kill him. She would honestly settle for castration.

You tortured me. Kept me awake for months and months and haunted me when I could sleep, she exhaled and shook her head not wanting to continue. The way Kumiko called her gorgeous stirred up an old feeling deep inside her. It was like a scarred over wound that still ached despite years of being healed. Usually it was a dull almost numb pain, something she could push down and ignore. Standing in front of Kumiko however the pain was as acute and sharp as if the knife was being slid into her at this very moment. And the way she looked at her? It almost had her doubling over.

She was proud of how she was able to keep her features schooled, gritting her teeth and tilting her head up. There was a beat where she almost didn’t follow. Almost decided it wasn’t worth it. Myta must have sensed her upset because she flew to curl at her neck, nuzzling up under her chin. Cassandra squared herself and made moved to go to Arlathan and face her shame.