#traitorwaltz

four (ish) headcanons for our muses :)

Leandro is the one who set them up. He told Jess that he had a contact he needed her to talk to at a roller rink, which happened to be where Sam was playing most of their bouts at the time. Jess walked in to see them racing laps with their brother, and Sam challenged her to a separate race after seeing her. Sam answered whatever fake questions Leandro had given Jess to ask them, and they exchanged numbers after that.

The first time Sam and Jess kissed, it was in Jill's garage. Jess was sitting on the hood of a car Jill and Sam had been working on together and watching the pair work. When Jill left to go get them all drinks, Sam joined Jess on the car's hood and kissed her. They narrowly avoided Jill walking in on them, so they kept things chaste.

Sam started learning French on Duolingo only a few months or so after meeting Jess. Leandro thinks this is embarrassing for her, but she's managed to impress Jess a few times with her French flirting.

Catalina invites them both to girls' night every so often alongside Jill. At first, it was intended to be an entirely platonic endeavor. Nowadays, more often than not, it ends up with the two couples double dating. Sam's been trying to convince Catalina to take them to the local roller rink, but she's pretty sure that at least one person in their party doesn't know how to skate.

“So they just… fired you all? Without warning? How is that even legal?” she asked. “When I accepted the job, I guess I missed the part where basically every fucking person in charge of me was an asshole. Ah, not that anyone’s in charge of me, but… whatever. You know what I mean.”

A dark look in her brown eyes brewed like the storm clouds above, and rain pelted the pavement unrelentingly. Cass took a sip of her pop, and then she nodded for him to continue. The two times Matías had tried to get her to share something about her own experience, she shut him down or deflected. She finally ate a few bites of her ham sandwich, feeling his gaze on her. Cass could only hope he wouldn’t be mad at her for the mess she’d created.

Cass was, admittedly, not great at cooking. For that reason, she hadn’t tried her hand at baking in ages. Her mother had always covered Lyra’s bake sales, but she and Matías had made cookies for Rebecca when she’d first joined S.T.A.R.S. That had been a fun night, and Cass reminisced on it fondly.

Regardless of her skill level, the light in the kitchen was on, and so was the oven. Jess had an array of ingredients laid out, and Cass couldn’t help but take a look. This was one of the few times she’d actually come down from her room, and while it was midnight, that didn’t seem to bother either of them. She opened the fridge, and she grabbed the lemonade container out.

“I would’ve said yes then, too,” she whispered, a soft smile dancing across her lips. Cass might not have imagined her relationship turning out this way, but she’d have accepted a proposal during their S.T.A.R.S. days, too. Before they’d said goodbye to each other. Before their love story had allegedly ended — but such things never truly died; they’d both endure the same story again and again and again and again if it meant they got even a small shot at serenity. “Yes, Matías. I’ll marry you.”

Cass hesitated for a moment before helping him up from the floor, and that, too, wasn’t unfamiliar. She claimed to be incredibly brave, and in battle, she certainly was. Relationships weren’t exactly her forte though, and something deep within her stirred at the prospect of marriage. Marriage had always been little more than a slip of paper from city hall, yet the prospect still evoked a long buried sense of fear. Matías could be brave for Cass, though. He didn’t demonstrate her fear of commitment at all, and… she could be brave. He inspired that in her.

“Te amo, Matías. Con todo mi corazón.” A teasing grin then filtered into her expression. “You gonna take me home now? You promised.”

Cassiopeia Clay was going to throw up. Cassiopeia Clay was going to throw up. Cassiopeia Clay was going to —

A heavy rain drenched Cass’ figure, and her brain barely processed it as combat boots imprinted on grass. She placed one foot in front of the other, and she resisted the urge to extend her arms out like a child on a balance beam. Her eyes had gone vacant, and before she knew it, she was picking up the pace to a jog. Curls — no, her name was Bailey; Cass had known this for months now — had stood dutifully by Chris’ side as the latter began to give his speech. Inexplicably, the living dead woman simply couldn’t handle it. She’d slipped her hand out of her boyfriend’s, and she’d escaped the second she got a chance. Honestly, Cass, pull it together! You and Lindsey have been organizing this for how long now?

“ I don't have any of the shit on hand right now, and we're planning to leave town soon. So. Life of a musician or some crap like that, ” Cass tells Matías. “ We're always moving around. Besides, I don't have a lighter, a needle, or... anything you need to pierce an ear. I have an old safety pin, but it's kind of keeping my skirt in place right now, and we're not that level of close yet. You should just head home. We can do it some other time. It's getting late, anyway. ”

Lady Ailani's been picked up by King Jill to go down to the Underworld for the winter, and the sudden shift in temperature has given Cass a horrible migraine. she's mostly been laying in bed for the better part of the day, not wanting to bother Matías' intense writing process by voicing her own needs. she's the artist's girlfriend, and this is an old song: she doesn't have needs, as far as he's concerned. all she's got to do is sit there and look pretty and be a good source of inspiration. but Cass knows how this feels, and she wouldn't be surprised if she's coming down with something, too. she gets sick a lot more than most people, and the weather isn't helping with that.