And I'm Yours, When It Rains It Pours

[Cassia Rosatta]

Cassia Rosatta had not been back in this small cafe since nearly four years ago - since she'd met Blaise. The woman who no longer dyed her hair blonde, wondered how much the cafe had changed, even if the weather hadn't. She was truly only sitting waiting for her bus, yellow umbrella placed over her head protecting her from the rain that speckled down. Some things never changed. The girl was only in town to visit Mari - her ex boyfriend's younger sister. It would seem strange to anyone outside, Amoretta a girl studying dance at her college thought it was as such, but it wasn't a huge deal. Mari gave her privacy, and didn't beg Cassia to talk about her feelings. Cassia wasn't sure what her feelings would be if Blaise ever showed up one of the days she was with Mari talking about the college and what to expect. She wasn't sure she could face him - she still loved him. She wanted to come home to him. Amoretta had told her to follow her heart. But she didn't want to give up her dreams, and she felt that if she was to come back to him, that was what she'd have to do.

The brunette flicked back her hair, sketching in her notebook a doodle of flowers, a glass plate in the background of a dark room. She wasn't sure why she doodled to two items together, but the plate made her think of when she cut up her foot after the cops showed up looking for her. That had been so long ago. The runaway wondered if her parents gave up looking for her now - or if they wondered if she was okay now. They most likely didn't even care. The pencil lead became heavier on paper as she shaded, wanting to go to her apartment and take a nap. She needed the rest, it had been a long weekend and she had to concentrate on the new year and getting new supplies. There was a Christmas art show in a few months where she might be able to break out of her shell finally - and maybe make some money.

 

[Blaise Chevotet]

Blaise didn’t go out often, but when he did, he usually preferred to do it by himself. He’d moved back into his mother’s house for a little while after his break up with Cassia, but he eventually realised that after the freedom he’d had, he couldn’t really stand his brother or sister anymore. It was a shame really, he loved Mari and all, but she was too probing. He bet she probably would have asked him intimate details about his love life too, if she weren’t so squeamish about it herself. He liked that she had been such close friends with Cass, like sisters almost and he felt bad that it had to end, but he couldn’t have stopped it. He realised now that there were probably some things he should have said or did to help Cassia and he knew that he was a selfish person, but he was too scared to admit it to many people. The last year had changed a lot for him and he’d finally realised what he’d had with Cassia. It was too late now, but there was so much he wanted to say to her if he ever saw her again.

The rain was not uncommon for the french city and the cool air made Blaise very thankful that he had a jacket on. He'd become much more fashionable over the last year, mostly thanks to a woman he'd met about eight months ago. She'd definitely changed him and though that relationship had now ended, Blaise remembered her fondly for the advice she given him about himself. His phone dinged with a message from his sister to pick her up a bagel from the local cafe. She'd been on a some weird diet for the last six weeks and today was her cheat day. Rolling his eyes, Blaise headed into the nearest cafe, one he'd not been in for a long time and was about to head to the counter when a flash of hair made him pause. Heading back out into the rain, Blaise almost choked when he realised who it was. He had no umbrella to protect himself, unlike her as it had not been raining when he'd started his venture. Now soaking wet, Blaise stared at Cassia, confused, he wasn't sure she was actually there.
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[Cassia Rosatta]

The brunette wondered if the rain and chill would ever stop, though she knew sometimes it was sunny lately everything felt grey. Especially the Christmas she'd spent with Amoretta's family. It had made her miss Blaise's family. The christmases they had shared. Especially that first Christmas, when Blaise has kissed her. snap The pencil lead which could not withstand the pressure snapped underneath it, rolling off and onto the ground. The woman sighed, and decided maybe that meant she was supposed to put it away. She adjusted her bag, trying to put her notebook away without becoming soaking wet. After all her white shirt in the rain would quickly become risqué if she wasn't careful. In the commotion of trying to do so, the pencil rolled off and under where she was seated.

"Ah, mierda." She swore in Spanish before standing to get it, just in time to see a patron accidentally kick it and send it rolling, into the feet of a person facing her. Cassia moves forwards, at first only concentrated on the pencil. "Sorry." She spoke quietly, to the person she moved past, and finally she reached her destination. She picked up the black writing utensil and laughed. "Sorry, it ran away." She commented before finally looking at who the pencil had ran to. Upon the realization Cassia's cheeks burned red, and she was nearly speechless. How unlucky could she be that this one day she'd see Blaise st this café. What if Mari had set this up knowing she'd have waited for the transport here. "Blaise..." She spoke gently, still almost in shock. She wanted to turn and leave but now she stood, subconsciously holding the umbrella over both of them by raising her hand and pushing it outwards.

 

[Blaise Chevotet]

Blaise had many things in his life that he regretted, but nothing he regretted so much as Cassia. If he hadn't heard her speak his name, he might have been persuaded into believing she was not who he thought she was, but only his Cassia could say his name quite like that. He almost thought she sounded disappointed. Almost. His English had gotten worse over the year he refused to use it, so Blaise struggled to find the right words. "Cassia, you are back, oui?" He wasn't even sure what he was supposed to say as he looked up to see the umbrella she was holding over the both of them. Without thinking, Blaise stepped into the shelter and placed his hand on the small of Cassia's back to hold her against him, allowing them to both stay dry, though it was much too late in his case. His jacket managed to keep most of the rain off him though, being enchanted like it was, but he had to be careful living in the muggle world like he did. It wasn't like he went all out and magicked everything he saw, but he liked to use what he could now-a-days, since Cassia was no longer around, magic was easier and came to him more freely than it had before.

He noted that she was still drawing, which he was glad for, he wondered what she would be doing with herself whilst she was at the school and it was strange to see her. His heart ached knowing she'd been here and not contacted him. How many times had they potentially passed each other and not noticed? Would he have seen her today if she hadn't been the only person with an umbrella. Most were used to this weather and simply wore jackets, but not Cass. What did it mean that she was here now, had Mari set this up?
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[Cassia Rosatta]

Cassia had strong will, and stronger resolve. She would have been able to just talk awkwardly, quietly, in the middle of the outdoor seating of the little cafe. The cafe where they'd met. Then his hand found it's way to the small of her back and suddenly it was as if Cassia had no will at all. it was slow movements, as she stepped closer to Blaise. She Could smell him. Not just any cologne or body wash, but the scent that was so particularly Blaise. The rain rolled slowly off his jacket, almost like magic it was almost untouched by it, and Cassia touched her hand to it gently. Whatever waterproofing he used made it nearly dry, and suddenly Cassia found herself wrapping her free arm around him and drawing him all the way against her. She hadn't been close to him, or really anyone else for that matter, in much too long.

Should Cassia have just left, probably. Should she have spoken, of course. She couldn't though. She was too enthralled by this moment, as if they were alone. As if there was no world around them, just them and that yellow umbrella. "I missed you." She spoke, her voice speaking pain, and her eyes closed tightly.

 

[Blaise Chevotet]

Blaise had missed Cassia, being this close to her and not being able to touch her in any significant way was hard. It had been just over a year, maybe, since she’d walked out of his life and he’d never thought he would see her again. He was excited, elated at the idea that maybe she had come back for him, but it was a passing thought. She was not headed for their apartment at all, she would not even know where he was currently living, nor had she contacted him in the months since. He’d texted her constantly for the first two months, but after continuously getting no response he assumed that either A she had simply ignored him or B she had acquired a new phone. Possibly both in hindsight. He smiled to himself, as she could not currently see his face, when she said she missed him. There was hurt there, he felt as if he could hear the year of separation between them and he felt it as keenly as she did. Maybe the break had been good for them, maybe all that time spent apart would help them be closer than they were before. There was certainly a lot about himself that he had learnt and perhaps Cassia had too. Though there was still the matter of his secrets hanging over them, he had to wonder why it was she seemed only to feel it with him. Both of his siblings were also magical, as was his mother. Maybe it was their relationship and closeness that allowed her to feel as though he was constantly pulling away. He could certainly understand why it might feel that way. It wasn’t true, but he understood it just the same. Perhaps the charms on his coat were in poor taste after all. It felt like he was flaunting his secrets in front of her, only she had no idea.

“I am the same.” He told her, nodding to himself and keeping them both under the umbrella. Moving his hand higher up her back, to give her some room to breathe, Blaise smiled down at the now brunette. “I like your hair, suits you.” He moved to brush a strand out of her face. Her eyes were closed now, and he wondered why. He hoped she was not pretending that he didn’t exist, he thought maybe that would hurt much more than not seeing her at all.
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[Cassia Rosatta]

Cassia blinked her thick brunette lashes, trying to clear away the tears that threatened her water line like a full river threatened to erode its banks. She clung to his waste, breathing in deep the scent that was so very Blaise. She wondered if she should just let her tears flow, but her mascara would run and she'd look like a clown, thus she pulled herself back and dabbed the corners of her eyes before opening them to see his face. He seemed aged, just a small amount, the year of separation doing so to the both of them. She closed her eyes again for a moment, praying she wasn't just hallucinating from exhaustion. When she reopened them he was brushing back her hair, telling her it looked good. "I'm too broke for hair dye." She joked to him.

For a moment their first meeting came back to them, and Cassia grabbed hold of Blaise's hand before tugging him toward the alley where she'd realized she'd lost her wallet and all of it's contents. She dragged him, whether he'd come willingly she didn't know. Once around the corner she turned and faced Blaise, putting her hands on his face and kissing him with more passion, more ferocity, and more courage than she'd ever kissed anyone. The brunette had not realized what a year would do, she didn't care if Blaise had found someone else, she didn't care at the moment if it was forward. Cassia still cared deeply for the brown eyed man.

 

[Blaise Chevotet]

There were many moments in his life that Blaise wished he could go back and fix, he was the kind of person that easily regretted things and he'd made a lot of mistakes in his life and sometimes he thought he was worse off for the decisions he'd made. Right now, though, none of it mattered. The rain, the cold, the fact that he was standing in the middle of the path with his hands around the woman he knew he would love forever, despite how long they'd been apart. He could see the look in her eyes, it mirrored his own as he thought about her and the way she felt against him, the way she smelled and the softness of her skin. It was all exactly like her remembered, with a subtle hint of something else. She was different, they both were, but he still loved her and he knew that she still loved him too. He'd made the mistake of letting her get away once before, he would not make that mistake again. He laughed lightly at her joke, twisting his fingers gently in her hair. She was as beautiful as ever, perhaps more so now that she was living her dream.

Cassia tugged on his hand and headed for the alley, their alley, the place all of this hard started. It had been raining that day too, he recalled, and she had looked so lost, so lonely, he couldn't have stopped himself from trying to help her if he'd wanted to. He was not someone to leave some girl on her own, possibly to be hurt in some way. She faced him and suddenly her mouth was on his and all thoughts of speaking to her sailed far away. He no longer cared about the past, only that she was with him now, he lips crushed to his with a ferocity they'd never had before. It was pain and bliss and love and hate all in one, but Blaise could not latch onto any one emotion, they were coming and going too fast for him to see, let along dissect and analyse. That had always been his problem after all, thinking too much and not giving himself to the moment. Something he planned to rectify right this second. He moved his arms from his side up to her face, and trailed them down her neck, her arms and then placed the on her waist, pulling her close to him. Finally he broke the kiss and moved his head down to her neck, placing kisses below her ear and around to her throat. "Miss you, Cass."
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[Cassia Rosatta]

Cassia Rosatta had made a lot of mistakes in her life, but not one could she pin down as a regret. Not even leavin. Blaise. It was clear in the way he held her against him, clear in the way his chocolate pools bored into hers and the way he struggled to speak English, that they had needed time apart more than either of them had known. The brunette did not want to take anymore time, she had no more time to give away to anything else other than him. She knew she would have to return to school at the end of this weekend but she would be returning with the knowledge that she belonged once more to Blaise Chevotet, that she belonged in whatever strange and beautiful world he'd created that had originally made her feel so separate. Cassia only hoped that in melding their chapped lips together he felt the same, that he thought the same as she. He hands slowly made their way around his neck standing slightly on tip toes to elevate herself to a comfortable height. Had he gotten taller, or had she forgotten what kissing him was like?

The kiss translated everything, she could feel Blaise's passion, his body heat sheltering the pair from the chill of the cold, her umbrella dropped to the side. She was soaked from head to toe now, and sure she looked like a drowned rat, but the girl didn't care so long as she was entangled in him. Cassia sighed at his lips on delicate skin, pressed up against him against a brick wall. "I've thought about you every day since I left, Blaise." The woman said, speaking gently in French so he would understand her, now fluent in his native language. "After my first few months I wanted to come home, I started to contact Mari but she told me you'd moved out of the apartment. I was so afraid you'd found someone else." She paused, he wouldn't have kissed her like that if he had, right? The woman pulled him closer, pressed as tightly against him as she could be. "I have to go back to school soon." She muttered. "But wren I go back I want to be yours again, please make me ours again." She whispered now over the droplets of rain. Hoping he would say yes, whisk her away so they could talk and kiss, and rekindle the love that now burned so passionately within her.

 

[Blaise Chevotet]

All Blaise wanted to do was hold Cassia in his arms again and never let her go. He was an idiot for ever thinking he could let her leave. The kiss meant more to him than he thought, the memories of all the times he should have spent with her, spent with his friends. He should have paid more attention and he knew that he would live the rest of his life making up for it if he could, if she would let him. He sighed into her neck as she started to speak and he vaguely recognised the fact that it was in fluent French, but right this moment he didn't think he would have noticed if what she was saying was in Arabic. He would have understood it anyway. He felt connected to her right now, on some level, it was like connecting to a circuit, with the electricity flowing freely between the both of them. Not even the pouring rain was enough to ruin this moment between them.

He moved his hands along her body as she continued to speak, he kept his mouth on her neck, throat as she spoke and he could feel the vibration of the words under his teeth. When she begged him to take her away and make her his, he knew what she was asking. He stopped kissing her for a moment, eager to see the look in her eyes as he formulated a plan in his head, the quickest way to get to his new apartment from their position. Marielle would not be there now, he would have them place to himself... themselves. It was a wonderful thought to be a them again. He nodded and pulled on her hand, running them through the city and back the way he'd come. All thoughts of what he was going to buy were gone and he just hoped his sister didn't have her heart too set on anything. Blaise had a lot to make up for, and starting now, Cassia was going to remember all the things she loved about him. For as long as Blaise could keep her.
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