#ft. cassian

Soren thought there'd been a mistake at first, when he saw the big office being emptied out adjacent to his lab. It had taken clinic gossip to realize he hadn't accidentally been given a spare place and there would be another new doctor in residence -- his superior, in technicality. Cassian Lord. Definitely a formidable name, at least when reading it in passing off of the new placard on the door. Soren tried to put his nerves about the new arrival to bed in the days before the doctor's arrival, comforting himself with the thought that he'd probably only deal with the man in passing when their duties happened to overlap. A bit of small talk about their personal histories, the patient demographics of the area. Soren wasn't even as much help there as the established nurses would be. So he would keep it polite, give the attention he owed the newcomer in a professional capacity. Smooth sailing from there.

Then he heard the word 'dragon' strolling past two of his coworkers at lunch one day and all Soren's easy expectations had tumbled down again. He really wanted to think it was just an exaggerative turn of phrase. He suspected it wasn't. Manners were even more critical, then. The human presented himself mid-afternoon, late enough that the other would have had time to unpacking his things but not so close to the end of the day that Soren would be keeping him from getting home. Trepidation was perhaps the most prominent of his emotions, but Soren somehow felt himself curious as well. There were too many factors he hadn't identified yet.

The biggest lie was the simplest one, the one Soren had already said the most since arriving in Krovstown, rolling easily off his tongue as he hovered in the new doctor's door with his hands clasped behind his back: "Doctor Lord, is it? I'm Ravi Surendra, your - neighbor, of sorts." He gestured over his shoulder to the door leading to his lab, "I wanted to introduce myself and ask how you've been settling in. Can I offer any help?"

loss was an old friend. a friend once thought to be a merciless devourer. what the half-dragon never considered was that loss would be forgiving — it would return the things in which he placed so much devotion. the (person) people.

sol had been back in northknot for less than a week when he ran into the fairy the first time. it happened just before the new year's ball, something the entire town seemed abuzz about. he hardly held any interest for it. it wasn't his scene; he had his son to take care of, to help acclimate to a town more bustling than the mountain village they had in their rearview. sol had more pressing matters at hand, like finding a replacement for the home baked pastries jase would get from their elderly neighbor. former neighbor.

first it was the grocery store, then the street just outside the deli he frequented as a teenager, then the 911 call for his boy's few broken bones after an adventure in the woods went awry. a few other aimless, random encounters. none of their meetings had been on purpose nor longer than five minutes, if that, save for the final one in which they planned this date meet. they were the kind of toss away interactions one might chalk up to every day drivel — except he found himself still drowning in cassian's ocean gaze, still hanging off of every word out of those lips. oh, what a wrench five minutes could throw into his days. he almost tripped over his own tongue when they finally planned to see each other for coffee, intentionally, alone.

it was late enough that nary a soul spent more than the three, maybe four minutes it took to order and retrieve their caffeine or overly sugared cups. the cafe was tucked away into one of the quieter streets of northknot, an offbeat, artsy establishment that replaced his once favored study lounge. luckily, it kept the same odd hours the study lounge once kept for the even odder patrons: eccentrics, writers, insomniacs— himself. he sat at the table in the far corner, peering out the bay window onto the lazy street, his index finger idly tracing circles on the now-cold paper cup in his grasp. he would apologize to cassian for the strange meet time if he could remember his manners beyond the shadow of his nerves. @hxrricvnes

“That’s it!” Delia exclaimed, holding up her empty champagne flute. For not being a regular drinker, the witch had thrown back a considerable amount of champagne. “I don’t think I can trust someone who doesn’t like champagne. It’s like drinkin’ stars. Greatest thing ever invented.” With a shrug, she plucked yet another flute from a passing tray. “Want some?”

It wasn’t often that Piper found herself on the college campus. She wasn’t exactly a fan - there were too many people, too many places to get lost. She was there only to give a presentation on Rosecastle’s maritime history to one of the history classes. She had been walking to the courtyard with her nose in her phone, reading her notes before the next presentation when she collided with someone. An audible gasp slipped from her lips as she stumbled backwards. “I... I am so sorry, sir. I should have been more careful.” Her face began to turn a warm pink as she reached out to dust off his shirt, as though she had tarnished him in some way. Furrowing her brow, she took a step back and placed her face in her hands. “Fuck,” she mumbled below her breath. “I’m sorry for everything.” 

🍒— my muse’s family | 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘.  william (1972-2006) ; heather (1973-2006) ; nicolas (1993- ) ; cassian (1997 - )

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