#cassxchrys

Cass shows up at her door to pick her up. They haven't talked about the kiss at all and they haven't seen each other since either. She opens her door and the first thing he blurts out is: Ca: "How much do you like balls? There's one coming up and I don't have a date..." Ch: *chuckles* "Let's see how a road trip and cards with the friends goes first before I go making commitments like that. I don't love parties and playing dress up. But, I enjoy spending time with you, so I'll consider it." They start walking. Chrys doesn't have any bags, Cass told her not to pack anything. Ca: "Great! Don't worry about getting a dress or anything. You can meet with one of our designers and they'll give you a dress, and it's all on the government's dime." Ch: "*Maybe* is not *yes*." But she's highly considering going and she can't help but smile because he's all cute and excited. Cassio stops walking. "What?" Ca: "You just have the most beautiful smile I've ever seen."*ahem* "Anyways, it's not that big of a deal. It's not like I'm proposing. - oh turn here -" They turn the corner and stop in view of Cassio's ship. Chrys doesn't say anything she just stands there gaping for a moment and then they continue walking. Cassio bashfully just says, "Like I said, the government pays me way too much money. I try to get rid of any extra money I have. And it's not me being a good guy, that's me not being able to look at money I got because I killed people. So I give a lot of it to relief charities and stuff. I also hire staff that I don't really need, and I pay them too much. But if it gets the money away from me..." Chrys stops them this time and puts her hand on his arm. Ch: "Hey. It's still a good thing you're doing. People are doing better because of it." They continue walking and get on board. Cass starts pointing various places. Ca: "Down that way is the bridge/pilot's deck. If you take the stairs down and go that same direction you'll end up in the dining room. Head this other way and you'll hit cabins. I'm at the very end of the hall, that one's always mine. The other three are guest rooms so you can pick any one of them, or all three- I don't mind. If you head down the stairs and down the same way you'll hit employee cabins. I would leave them alone. There is generally always someone around to get you what you want. If they're in there, they're on break and shouldn't be disturbed. If you can't find anyone, come bug me. I'll probably be awake anyways. If you head up the stairs, towards the bridge is a viewing deck/lounge, and the opposite direction are entertainment rooms. There's a game room, a tv/movie room, a small office/library that you are welcome to use, and a gym with an attached dance studio." Chrys looked at him for that last one. "I don't dance," he chuckled, "you don't want to see me dance. It's for my employees, they also use those areas. If they're not in uniform, try not to bug them. I'll introduce you to anyone we run into, but they're not even expected on ship for another hour or so. Do you want help getting set up? It can be mildly confusing." She just nods. Ch: "mmhmm. Yes, please. This is mildly intimidating. The last time I lived with so many people was when I was living in the Temple." She hadn't stopped walking down the hall, she sort of spaced out until they hit the end of the hall. Ca: "Does this mean you're choosing the last room? Or you're trying to get into my room?" Ch: "I'm a little brain fried so I'm going to say yes." Cass chuckles. Ca: "Okay let's get you set up first. The door doesn't have a code on it rn, so you can set one. You deserve some privacy even though it's my ship. You deserve privacy *especially* because it's my ship. Anyways," they walk in, "That's the bed, obviously. Desk, chest, tv, closet. The closet already has clothes in it. They should fit you." Chrys looked at him, "I may have taken the liberty of looking at the sizes on the laundry you had folded but hadn't put away. They were just sitting there. Sorry." He started heading out in a 'I'll give you your privacy' way. Chrys kept talking to him as he was walking. Ch: "Huh. I mean I guess I can't blame you because it's been drilled into your body." Cass sighed out of relief internally, but Chrys whipped out a girly joking voice."I'm sure it didn't help that they were the clothes of the *~*girl of your dreams who you're deeply in love with*~*" Chrys was joking, but she also knew he was a little bit interested in her. Ca: "I mean, you're not entirely wrong." At this point he had reached the door, because the cabin wasn't *that* big, and he stopped at the entry way. Ch: "Oh? and what was I wrong about?" Cassio turned around and looked right into her ever-changing eyes. Ca: "I could never in a million years dream up a girl as perfect as you." There was no trace of mockery or a joke on his face. He just gave her one of his very tailored sexy smiles and sauntered out of her room and straight into his.

Cassio walks her home, making stops at the bar and the library. They chat and laugh the whole way. As they approach her building it starts pouring rain. They run to her appartment. She invites him in for a few minutes, and he sees all of the art sprawled across the walls. He asks her about it and she explains that she just paints on the side, just dabbling, it helps clear her mind. He's obsessed with it. The rain never lets up, so she invites him to stay the night **ON THE COUCH** because he lives across town and it's pouring out. They both go to sleep. When they wake up in the morning Chrys kisses Cass and he kisses back. But just one kiss, they don't take it further. That comes later.

“Every time I go around it’s harder and harder to watch it. Watch them meet, become friends, fall in love, go to war together, get married, become the best monarchs. And then watch him after they die. Because it was unexpected. She didn’t die from an illness, they didn’t get their last words. I watch him fall past the pits of hell so quickly and it takes years to even become remotely okay. And as time progresses he gets better and better, but I never get to know the end, I never find out if he’s happy. Because I die, or almost die, and then I’m forced to go through all of it again. I think that’s why we have such an unbreakable bond. He doesn’t know that I loop. Or at least I don’t tell him every time I loop. But I know him. I know every thought and every emotion that goes through him until the day I die. You might be wondering why, if I know everything that’s going to happen, why can’t I change things or give us a leg up. Because I made a promise. I met GOD (this is why lyah is spiritual on a weird level). The promise is that I can stay alive, but I will live my life on loop and I cannot change anything I or anyone else said or did outside of a slight margin of error. Basically I’m not allowed to change history. I know exactly what’s going to happen and I can’t tell anybody and it makes every death twelve times harder. GOD partially took away my ability to break the promise. I have been physically restrained by myself and an unseen force to be kept from doing things. My throat refuses to form the words and make the sounds of things I’m not allowed to say. And even if I managed to change things, then I would die. So you may go and try to do something “changed” but you don’t know what has already been done so you don’t know what a deviation is. You might decide to go randomly kiss somebody to “break the cycle” when in reality, you’ve done it in every cycle. For no other reason than thinking you’re making a change. Sometimes little things change. Subplots as I would like to call them. But the main events can never be changed. Maybe you save a life here or there but it all resets at the end of it all. And I don’t know if this is real or if this is in my head and no change ever actually really happens. I’m trapped. But I try to make the best of it. I don’t have to worry about money or planning for my future because I know exactly what is going to happen and then it all resets. I like seeing the slight variations through. You and Cassio have a few different variations of your relationship. Yeah, you date that jackass, don't ask me why. Sometimes this conversation spurs it. Sometimes it’s different events in the future that I cannot disclose. Only a couple times you two got together within the first week of knowing each other.”