Cassia Rosatta
Well-Known Member
- Messages
- 69
- OOC First Name
- Cole
- Age
- 2/2023
Christmas was less than a week, the first one that Cassia would experience without her parents. Her shift in mood was most likely not apparent to anyone except Blaise's brother, whom had caught her crying at one point in the hall closet. Why the petite woman had decided to cry in there was really a mystery, but she felt it better than staying that night in the bedroom with Blaise's sister. Instead she took her less than silent tears to fill the closet, perhaps hoping that they could drown her the way her sorrow did. She sighed for a moment, continuing to help hang up the decorations. Florescent lights shimmered in her own brown ones, her mind on anything but the festivities. It had long ago become cold outside, snow clinging to the ground like a mother to her only child. It was the birth of a new year around the corner, and still Cassia had not fled the house that contained even more heartbreak than the last. With that thought her bay-colored orbs shifted to the left to see the boy adjusting the star at the top of the tree, which fell crooked almost every time he moved away. The slight movements made her smile for a brief moment - before she remembered that they really hadn't spoken since that kiss.
It seemed so long ago...
Cassia's blonde locks stayed in her face until she removed herself carefully from the chair. She pulled the unruly strands back once her feet were firmly planted on the hardwood. It was cold, it seemed, or perhaps her sock-less feet were just too sensitive. She had always be too sensitive. Perhaps that was why she and Blaise were not talking anymore. To the young woman it seemed that everyone knew that there was something going on between them, especially since the hours she had spent in his room attempting to teach him English were now spent cleaning up around the house or going out and about the town trying to clear her mind. Still when addressed Cassia wouldn't answer them with the truth - only that she and Blaise were on different schedules. Even though it seemed the boys schedule consisted of bathroom breaks and sleeping. Another small sigh escaped her lips as she leaned against the frame of the kitchen, staring into it. Her mind was unaware that mistletoe was hung sporadically around the house to gain kisses on cheeks or lips - as between the parents. Cassia didn't care much about it regardless, the way that she felt she was sure her lips would never graze another.
It seemed so long ago...
Cassia's blonde locks stayed in her face until she removed herself carefully from the chair. She pulled the unruly strands back once her feet were firmly planted on the hardwood. It was cold, it seemed, or perhaps her sock-less feet were just too sensitive. She had always be too sensitive. Perhaps that was why she and Blaise were not talking anymore. To the young woman it seemed that everyone knew that there was something going on between them, especially since the hours she had spent in his room attempting to teach him English were now spent cleaning up around the house or going out and about the town trying to clear her mind. Still when addressed Cassia wouldn't answer them with the truth - only that she and Blaise were on different schedules. Even though it seemed the boys schedule consisted of bathroom breaks and sleeping. Another small sigh escaped her lips as she leaned against the frame of the kitchen, staring into it. Her mind was unaware that mistletoe was hung sporadically around the house to gain kisses on cheeks or lips - as between the parents. Cassia didn't care much about it regardless, the way that she felt she was sure her lips would never graze another.