#cass posts

Cassidy tensed, and then relaxed as she made out the shape of Tris curled up beside her. The details of the past few days came back to her then; the trip out to Black Brush, a visit to the Coffer to celebrate the woman getting out on her new feet, the drinking game with a bottle of prickly pear liquor. She glanced up and saw the bottle resting next to her prosthetic, uncorked and on its side, two swallows of the pink liquor still miraculously unspilled. Then she glanced back down at Tris, remembering their game, and the way the woman's face had fallen when she realized Cassidy wasn't gay.

And she wasn't. Right?

Brows knit, Cassidy allowed herself a moment to watch the woman sleeping, admiring the spill of her loose brown hair over her face, the softness of her features relaxed in sleep, the curl of her hand against her chest. She was pretty; beautiful, even. But everyone could appreciate a beautiful woman. That twinge of heat in her chest was just embarrassment over the way she'd stumbled over her reply when Tris revealed she was gay. The warmth of the woman’s thighs pressing against hers under the sheets was just a comfort in the cold desert night. The sense of rightness and belonging she felt lying in bed next to this woman was just because Tris was the closest friend she'd had in years.

Right?

Jolene saved her from further self-reflection, the hungry chocobo shoving her fat orange beak through the curtained window, blasting the interior of the carriage with light as she began nudging the nearby heads of both women and rooting around for food. Grumbling an unintelligible protest, Cassidy shoved at the beak, trying to push her back out the window. Tris flinched beside her, groaning and squeezing her eyes shut, then tugged the ratty woolen blanket up over her head. With a dry chuckle, Cassidy got up on her knees and put her back into it, finally shoving Jolene's beak outside of the curtain. "Get!" she hissed, flapping a hand at her before pulling the curtain shut. "I'll be right out!"