anti-otp: Mordred/Cassandra

[apolloscurse]

Cassandra's been sitting alone since yesterday, when she read the words that brought back her rape in horrifying detail. Currently she's curled up in a chair, head on her arms, her eyes distant and her expression blank. She lowers her forehead to rest it on her knees, eyes pricking with tears. She's just remembered that today would have been

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[illgotten]

"Lady," quietly from over her head. He's stopped beside her, one hand on the back of the chair. "Is everything all right?"

[apolloscurse]

Cassandra wheels around and nearly falls off the chair. She scrambles backwards away from the chair, staring at him with wide eyes. She bites her lip, hard, takes a shuddering breath, and curtsies, trying to calm herself. "Sir, it is nothing," she says, valiantly trying to keep the fearful tremble out of her voice.

[illgotten]

"Hey--" He's already backing away, hands held open. "Easy. I'm sorry."

[apolloscurse]

She blinks at him and relaxes a little as he moves away. "Oh," she says, "Oh, I'm sorry. That was rude of me. You startled me, is all." She tries a smile, and doesn't quite manage. She's still nervous. It's hard, still, being alone in a room with a male.