Cassel Sharpe. (
patheticvillain) wrote2015-01-21 09:12 pm
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[All of a sudden, Cassel isn't anywhere.]
[He doesn't show up at the gym to work. He doesn't show up in the dining hall to eat - in fact, he's been noticeably absent from the public space for several days now. His door doesn't open. He doesn't emerge, and nobody seems to be going in, either.]
[He stays huddled in his room, in Sam's bed, not his own, blankets up to his ears. He sleeps. He hides. He doesn't speak; anyone who tries to get in contact with him receives brusque texts back, if they get anything.]
[On the third day after being fixed - nominally fixed, anyway - he eats a cracker and considers it a personal victory.]
[On the fourth day, a small black cat accompanies Ilia out into the halls, skulking by his side and hiding his face in the fan of the larger cat's tail.]
[He doesn't show up at the gym to work. He doesn't show up in the dining hall to eat - in fact, he's been noticeably absent from the public space for several days now. His door doesn't open. He doesn't emerge, and nobody seems to be going in, either.]
[He stays huddled in his room, in Sam's bed, not his own, blankets up to his ears. He sleeps. He hides. He doesn't speak; anyone who tries to get in contact with him receives brusque texts back, if they get anything.]
[On the third day after being fixed - nominally fixed, anyway - he eats a cracker and considers it a personal victory.]
[On the fourth day, a small black cat accompanies Ilia out into the halls, skulking by his side and hiding his face in the fan of the larger cat's tail.]
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So he gives it a day. When Cassel still doesn't show up, Mickey tries to call again, and then he finally resorts to texting:]
where the fuck r u
get the fuck up all ready
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[Which is not totally a lie. He feels sick. He feels dead. He feels like there are hands crawling all over him.]
[He eats another cracker and hides under the blanket.]
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get up
come 2 work
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[Then they go exploring as if there was nothing to consider at all. Somewhat later, after they return, the tray disappears into the recesses of Cassel's room.]
[Later, a text:]
thank you.
[He smelled Marsh on it, crisp metal edges and bird down and love.]
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I take requests.
- M
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Marsh?
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The dogs prick up their ears respectfully at Ilia; they know him too well to try anything with the strange cat under his protection.]
'Ey Ilia, who's your friend? Want a liver snap?
[She has a pretty good idea who the other cat is. This may be why it's Ilia she keeps her eyes on.]
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[He wonders what the hell a liver snap tastes like.]
[Ilia, for his part, deigns to give Iris a smattering of affection; he rubs against her wrist and butts up under her hand to make her pet him. This essentially means that any treats she feels like bestowing will be well-received.]
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Oh yes 'e's a good lad, aren't you? Oooh, you want some more of that, don't you? Yes you do.
[She scoots another liver snap across the floor to the shyer cat, still not looking; and then eats one herself by way of reassurance.]
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[Still, he can't help but be intrigued when she slides a treat over to him. When she eats one herself - well, he'd laugh if he was capable. As it is, he meows loudly, arching his back and stretching his front paws out towards the liver snap. He puts one paw over it, straightens up, lifts his paw, and devours it in one bite, his eyes on Iris the whole time.]
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I love you
I love you and Im so sorry
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[He doesn't know how else to say it, how to make it seem any less pathetic than it is. It hurts.]
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[She wants to comfort him so badly, but he's in hiding, and maybe all she can give him is this, that it isn't pathetic, that pain is appropriate and legitimate and sane. That he's allowed to hurt, instead of being papered over or just pretending for anyone else's sake.]
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why does it happen? [To him. To anyone. Why do people get hurt. Naïveté.]
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Ben still goes looking for him after he realizes what's happened. He isn't pushy, not like he was with Alex, not like he would be with Anya or Abigail, but he suspects that few people are equipped to understand the horror of this very real consequence like Ben is. It isn't exactly a comfortable state of being, but it is what it is, and it might be useful, so he tries. He looks.
Marsh leaves food for Cassel. Ben leaves a text on Cassel's communicator - I am available. - and his domino mask from December on the door handle, and he doesn't stop walking by Cassel's door but he doesn't break in, either. It is the best he can think of to do.]
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[Maybe it's for the best that there's something he completely doesn't understand. In a way, it's worse that he knows exactly what his mom was thinking than if he was completely lost and confused by her motives. It makes him fear that he understands her too well, that he'll never escape understanding her. That he hasn't changed hardly enough to distance himself from his family.]
[This is easy, though. Relatively. Let Ben take the lead, explain when he will.]
[He leaves his door cracked.]
me too.
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He knocks lightly but when it moves, he slips inside instead, silent and careful to close the door behind him exactly as he found it. The text was all the invitation he needed, so he moves further into the room, settles himself directly in the middle of the floor, folding down neatly cross legged.]
Hello, Cassel.
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Go away.
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Look, if you want, I can come back later.
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Cassel, please be there.
[ If no response, then he tries knocking at Cassel's door. ]
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[But he does open the door when Zane knocks, because - he doesn't know why because. Because he owes that much, maybe. Because if he doesn't reassure Zane at least a little bit, he's exactly bad as he thinks he is.]
[The door creaks open; he leans against the knob.]
Hi.
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I'm so sorry. Cassel, I'm sorry. [ It's general sentiments, that this was awful, but it's also more personal: Zane is close to Cassel, is Cassel's brother, is someone that should have noticed. That Cassel should have been able to trust. But he'd been so wrapped up in the Emperor, who was close to graduating, so close -
He's failed the first person he ever learned to value. ]
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