#ofaphelion

-mumbles something about magic spells-

          it felt H O P E L E S S. the amount of countless days she had spent trying to talk to claire were only making her upset with trying. she could never concentrate hard enough to get something to move, and definitely couldn’t manage popping up. it took too much energy out of her just to follow claire, but the locket that the younger was holding onto made it easier to follow ( mainly because she had no choice but to be dragged around ). although seeing claire pick up beer after beer was KILLING cassandra ( again ) to see. it was like a depressive cloud was hanging over the girl. 

                      “ dammit, claire! put that bottle down and pay attention to me! “ 

          the ex-huntress groaned loudly, swinging her arm to whack against a lamp, but the sudden sound of glass shattering against the floor was enough to surprise what seemed like both of them. it seemed anger was the key to moving stuff. 

( ofaphelion ) | meme | no longer accepting

**I’M GOING TO MAKE THEM AS SISTERLY AS POSSIBLE. BECAUSE YES SISTEROTP. 

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    SYMPATHY oozes from his tone, sanguine and soothing. Halcyon irises watching the child in muted observance, her SOUL retched of horrors, drowned in the demons that kept her running - surviving on a petty grasp for normalcy.

     ❛--- one asks how CRUEL God must be, to be so sadistic.❜

                 JUNE 3RD, 2015: 8:17PM

   fear was in her bones, carved deep within her until it was basically running through her veins and pumping into her heart. she felt infected by the disease that fear was. if it was a virus, then it was the worst of them all. the reason of her fear was specific though. it wasn’t because she thought she’d be losing someone or because she had seen a scary movie. it was none of that. her reason could boil the fear of any those that had been there. it was hell. she was going to hell, and it was not going to be avoidable. what could she do about it though? it was her own doing that had caused this fate. she had to sell her soul for someone that didn’t even bother to stay anymore. what a tragic story of romeo and juliet. 

   she sat at a table, body trembling and shaking. she held a pen unsteadily in her hand; sloppy and quick writing to a piece of paper. minutes ago, the hunter had demanded that claire leave. cassandra had gave her a typical excuse and said she needed something; just some beer. of course, claire had been stubborn about it. they both knew her time was ticking here. cassandra kept insisting though, saying ‘do this one last thing for your sister. you owe me this.’ for some reason, those words had worked against the younger one and so she had left. cassandra knew she only had a good ten minutes before she’d come back, so she knew haste was an important element in this equation. if she wanted to do what she had to do before claire got back, then she had to be brief. she just had to be. she thought writing a letter goodbye would have been easy, because she knew what she wanted to say, but she stuffed up. saying goodbye to claire was like saying goodbye to a sister. no, she was saying goodbye to a sister. her sister; the one person she had been leaning on, because that’s what they both did. they leaned on each other and supported each other. sure, the younger was annoying and stubborn and ANNOYING, but she loved her. she would do anything to protect her. she’d die for her, and kill for her. 

   but this is why she had to leave while she could. she knew claire. she knew she’d fight for cassandra’s life, but cassandra couldn’t let her do that. it would cost them both of their souls and she wasn’t going to let claire throw herself into the fire because of a mistake that the huntress made long ago. she wasn’t going to be taking anyone down with her, so she would leave before her time because it was the right thing to do. just because you love someone, doesn’t mean you should stick around and fuck up their life. her existence was clearly fatal, and she refused to let claire be another lost loved one. 

   so this is why she sat down and began to write with blurry eyes that watered with fresh tears. each teardrop would stain down her cheek and hit against the paper and blur the words with the same thought going through her mind again and again. ‘you have to be faster. she’ll be back soon, and you’re doing this for her. remember, cassandra. be faster.’ she did her best to cram as many words in, but each sentence kept becoming an apology until she was finished. she was fast after that. she placed the note on the bed so it was the first thing to be seen. she had to leave now. she had to go before claire would get back and stop her from vanishing. 

   hesitation was her enemy right now though. she wanted to see the younger one just once more. maybe give her a hug and make her smile before she left, but she should have thought about that sooner. it was too late now. she had to go and run before it was too late. but she stopped right before she left. her hands went behind her neck and she unhooked the necklace from her. her skin felt bare without it but she’d rather not die with it on. her feet dragged against the floor, walking to place her locket against the folded letter; a bit of piece of herself given to the one person that deserved more than anything. 

   she blinked, tears silently streaming again before she nodded to herself then left, closing the door behind her and going quick. because she was doing the right thing here. protecting someone that needed to be protected. she promised she’d always look after claire, and here was her keeping that promise. at least that letter said goodbye. 

          Dear Claire,     I know you’re probably going to hate me for this because I said I wouldn’t be leaving, but I hope you’ll find it to understand my reasoning here. You should have known though that I was going to go. Do you think I’m selfish enough to let you throw yourself into the pit of death just for me? I wasn’t going to let you fight off hellhounds for me ( i promise that i’ll make it hard for them though. ) So I’m really not going to apologize for leaving, because I don’t regret it that much. I have to protect your ass anyways, right? Right. But I will apologize for not giving you a goodbye hug, or for not drinking my last beer with you. Drink one for me. 

   Don’t come looking for me, because you’re not going to find me. Even if you’re reading this minutes before I left, you won’t find me and I don’t want you to. I have only three hours left and I won’t let you be there to watch me get torn into nothing. DON’T DO ANYTHING STUPID, YOU ASS. GOT THAT? I want you to take that goddamn key I gave you to that place I own and I want you to go there and I want you to spend the money I have on a better life than this one. I want you to do that and you will because it’s my DYING WISH   here. Have a good life, okay? Fuck monsters because they suck. YOU BETTER DO WHAT I SAY. for me. please. i know you’ll do it because i think you will and if you don’t, i will come back and torture you myself. if you do anything stupid, i’ll be really pissed. 

   Also, you better take care of my necklace too. i’d say ‘be good’ but i doubt you’ll listen to that piece of advice. seriously though, be safe.  and know that if i was stupid and stuck around with you before i went out, that you would have died too. i did this for you claire. pretend i’m giving you a hug. i love you. 

                      love,