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Cassandra taught herself to noticethe shaking in her hands and taught herself to keep from raising a cup to herlips when the tremors got bad. She learned to force back the nausea that rosewith each mention of the stains the Briarwoods had left on the castle (on her) and continue eating or speakingas if nothing had happened.

She taught herself, with some difficulty, tobreathe through the slamming of doors or the scratch of nails on wood. Shelearned to get over it, at least in some sense of the word.

From an unfinished fic about Cassandra de Rolo 3

Ahh that’s so true! I remember first liveblogging CR last summer and being like “wait, you’re into this craziness as well?” :D

Anyway, thanks to @bennetdoyeni for a concept and to @notavampire for helping me flesh out some specifics!

Here’s a little summary, if you’re interested:

The town of Olem [oh-LEHM] has had a bandit problem over the last few months; the merchant caravans entering and leaving the city have been attacked and pillaged, a good amount of wealth disappearing with each attack. Unique in hurting, but not killing, the merchants they stole from, the bandits always disappear without a trace, and no one had caught a glimpse of their faces or anything that would set them apart until one group of weavers entering Olem brought word of seeing a finely detailed sword, engraved with the image of a rearing horse, in the hands of one of their number. 

21. a number that weirds you out? - Generally even numbers but 2 the most. It's flat and curved. Pick one

(looking back) at the end of all things [percy/vex, ensemble]

“We had a good run of it,” Percy says, looking down over the courtyard where Keyleth sprouts flowers from her fingertips to hand to the children.

“We’re still having a good run of it, dear,” Vex replies. He’s older now, grown into his stature. It’s funny; the white of his hair deepens to grey with age. He’s rueful about it but she loves it, the reminder that they have made it so far.

“I never thought I’d end up here.”

“Married to a beautiful, wonderful, very intelligent woman?”

“Home,” he says, and the word is big enough to fill the whole of the city, to wash down the newly-paved streets and swell through the vale, and Vex breathes it in and is fuller for it.

She breathes out slow and says, quiet and honest, “No. Me neither.”

Percy laces their fingers together. In the courtyard below, Keyleth shivers and shifts, and the youngest children clamor for the chance to ride the giant tiger. “I’m glad.”

“Me too,” Vex says, with a quiet kiss to his cheek and the lines there, the memory of time passed and promise of time to come.

Below, Mixie roars, and the children shriek with laughter.

“We should get married.”

“We’re already married, dear,” Percy replies with a cocked eyebrow, and Vex laughs.

“Yes, I know,” she assures him, wedding ring warm and comfortable around her finger. “We can have a ceremony, though. With everyone. I think–– I think I’d rather like that, now.”

“A renewal of vows?” Percy considers it. “If it’s what you want.”

Vex hesitates. “Is it what you want?”

“To tell the world how much I love and cherish my beautiful wife?” He squeezes her hand. “I would love nothing more.”

Whether near or farI am always yoursAny change in timeWe are young again

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