Cassie could still hear Gerald's laughter resonating in her ear.
It'd been so free, open, and absolutely out of place in their current situation. No, it clearly did not belong in their current situation. Yet, perhaps that was why she cherished it so much. Something she'd said had drawn out such carefree glee from her friend, and though she knew it was the fact that the absurdly sharp and gifted Thomas had degraded himself so low as to accept occupation in a grocery store that Gerald had been so riled up about, Cassie couldn't help but feel she had a hand in his joy. It was the kind of satisfaction one would get from telling a great joke, and Cassie was usually not a very funny person and that was partially why she was so easily amused herself.
Though she knew that small swell of satisfaction was probably misplaced, she still couldn't help herself from smiling upon his laughter.
"Sorry, sorry, that was just too damned funny. Last place I'd think he'd end up was in a grocery store. Carry on."
"Well, he does still sneak off at night and comes back in the morning all haggard. I'm not really sure what he does, but I can say my rent isn't cheap, and he wouldn't have been able to afford it with just a grocery store clerk's salary." She had added then, shrugging her shoulders slightly. "Yet he does. Pays it every month. I think it's a cover or something. He's certainly laying low for some reason. Maybe he built a secret lair under my house too."
And then their light conversation had resumed for one more exchange before she'd pulled him down to sit with her, and she'd revealed the ribbon to him.
"He is a bit strange, yeah...I'll bet if he comes back and sees us like this, his mind is gonna jump to conclusions again..." He chuckles at this, and Cassie soon found herself joining him.
"That seems likely, yes." She adjusted her position against the palm tree in order to better slump into it, and let out a small, pleased sigh once she found that perfect spot. Her eyelids felt heavy, refusing to stay aloft, but she relished the hum of thoughts racing through her mind, and the tingling numbness it slowly spread through her body, draining away her emotions immediately after their high, like water escaping a broken container, leaving her hollow, yet, content with its familiarity.
"I'm going to assume Salem gave you that ribbon, yeah? Gotta say, your pretty lucky."
Cassie looked over to him at this, raising an eyebrow slightly at his last statement. The flickers of joy had died away, and all that was left was the millions of thoughts and questions racing through her head when her eyes locked with his, and she adeptly picked apart the pieces scattered throughout his brown irises.
Wistfulness.
Longing.
'No. Oh no he didn't.' A slight smirk pulled at the edge of her lip, soon developing into a teasing, playful, I-know-what's-going-on grin.
But she caught herself and quickly wiped that expression clean off her face.
A soft, almost hollow smile took its place, and she recalled the memory that had been recorded when her mind had been in shambles barely an hour ago. The redhead head and blonde man sitting together by the fire, the latter's leaning in to whisper the rest of the conversation that she'd missed, and the gradual fluster growing on the former's cheeks. Yes, she solved that puzzle the instant it'd been presented to her. And honestly, she was quite pleased by her recovery, the performance her mind had pulled off.
But there were still splotches, here and there. Slight corruption of memories that came from the transition and the occasional break and glitch. Perhaps the memory she recalled had been corrupted as well. But the evidence presented in Gerald's eyes right then and there were undeniable. So it had to be true.
"Uh, I'm also assuming a bit here, but he did tell you what they meant, right?"
Cassie couldn't help the slightly wider smile now tugging her lips. 'Answers.' The voices, apparently present in her mind still, were thrilled, and so was she. 'The pieces.'
It was a silly little game they played. One she never thought she would have to play again. But the harsh truth of it all was Gerald had an ulterior motive, and his concern was a facade. Even after experiencing the horrors of Dead Man's Drop with her, their friendship was only skin deep. Most her friendships seemed that way, people just naturally tend to not care about her as much as they would to others. That was why Salem was so strange. He lacked these ulterior motives everyone in the world seemed to have, and gave and trusted and believed so much more easily and sincerely.
Gerald wanted something from her. He wasn't there with her voluntarily, or out of any real concern, and she knew this, but she didn't push him away. Because she wanted something from him as well, and that was why she played along.
"He just said they were a gift for me. For good luck." Cassie eased herself carefully. Careful not to raise any suspicions of the bits of information she'd stolen before. "Is there something more to it?" Her hand carefully traced the fabric once again, allowing them to gleefully trace the pattern hidden within it.
"Sounds like you know something I don't, so, I suspect Salem skipped out on something I should have been made aware of." She hummed nonchalantly, before softening her eyes and asking hopefully, "Would you tell me instead?"
It'd been so free, open, and absolutely out of place in their current situation. No, it clearly did not belong in their current situation. Yet, perhaps that was why she cherished it so much. Something she'd said had drawn out such carefree glee from her friend, and though she knew it was the fact that the absurdly sharp and gifted Thomas had degraded himself so low as to accept occupation in a grocery store that Gerald had been so riled up about, Cassie couldn't help but feel she had a hand in his joy. It was the kind of satisfaction one would get from telling a great joke, and Cassie was usually not a very funny person and that was partially why she was so easily amused herself.
Though she knew that small swell of satisfaction was probably misplaced, she still couldn't help herself from smiling upon his laughter.
"Sorry, sorry, that was just too damned funny. Last place I'd think he'd end up was in a grocery store. Carry on."
"Well, he does still sneak off at night and comes back in the morning all haggard. I'm not really sure what he does, but I can say my rent isn't cheap, and he wouldn't have been able to afford it with just a grocery store clerk's salary." She had added then, shrugging her shoulders slightly. "Yet he does. Pays it every month. I think it's a cover or something. He's certainly laying low for some reason. Maybe he built a secret lair under my house too."
And then their light conversation had resumed for one more exchange before she'd pulled him down to sit with her, and she'd revealed the ribbon to him.
"He is a bit strange, yeah...I'll bet if he comes back and sees us like this, his mind is gonna jump to conclusions again..." He chuckles at this, and Cassie soon found herself joining him.
"That seems likely, yes." She adjusted her position against the palm tree in order to better slump into it, and let out a small, pleased sigh once she found that perfect spot. Her eyelids felt heavy, refusing to stay aloft, but she relished the hum of thoughts racing through her mind, and the tingling numbness it slowly spread through her body, draining away her emotions immediately after their high, like water escaping a broken container, leaving her hollow, yet, content with its familiarity.
"I'm going to assume Salem gave you that ribbon, yeah? Gotta say, your pretty lucky."
Cassie looked over to him at this, raising an eyebrow slightly at his last statement. The flickers of joy had died away, and all that was left was the millions of thoughts and questions racing through her head when her eyes locked with his, and she adeptly picked apart the pieces scattered throughout his brown irises.
Wistfulness.
Longing.
'No. Oh no he didn't.' A slight smirk pulled at the edge of her lip, soon developing into a teasing, playful, I-know-what's-going-on grin.
But she caught herself and quickly wiped that expression clean off her face.
A soft, almost hollow smile took its place, and she recalled the memory that had been recorded when her mind had been in shambles barely an hour ago. The redhead head and blonde man sitting together by the fire, the latter's leaning in to whisper the rest of the conversation that she'd missed, and the gradual fluster growing on the former's cheeks. Yes, she solved that puzzle the instant it'd been presented to her. And honestly, she was quite pleased by her recovery, the performance her mind had pulled off.
But there were still splotches, here and there. Slight corruption of memories that came from the transition and the occasional break and glitch. Perhaps the memory she recalled had been corrupted as well. But the evidence presented in Gerald's eyes right then and there were undeniable. So it had to be true.
"Uh, I'm also assuming a bit here, but he did tell you what they meant, right?"
Cassie couldn't help the slightly wider smile now tugging her lips. 'Answers.' The voices, apparently present in her mind still, were thrilled, and so was she. 'The pieces.'
It was a silly little game they played. One she never thought she would have to play again. But the harsh truth of it all was Gerald had an ulterior motive, and his concern was a facade. Even after experiencing the horrors of Dead Man's Drop with her, their friendship was only skin deep. Most her friendships seemed that way, people just naturally tend to not care about her as much as they would to others. That was why Salem was so strange. He lacked these ulterior motives everyone in the world seemed to have, and gave and trusted and believed so much more easily and sincerely.
Gerald wanted something from her. He wasn't there with her voluntarily, or out of any real concern, and she knew this, but she didn't push him away. Because she wanted something from him as well, and that was why she played along.
"He just said they were a gift for me. For good luck." Cassie eased herself carefully. Careful not to raise any suspicions of the bits of information she'd stolen before. "Is there something more to it?" Her hand carefully traced the fabric once again, allowing them to gleefully trace the pattern hidden within it.
"Sounds like you know something I don't, so, I suspect Salem skipped out on something I should have been made aware of." She hummed nonchalantly, before softening her eyes and asking hopefully, "Would you tell me instead?"
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