RotM: 1.64.3 - Picture Prompt
She shielded her eyes from the sun as it beat down on her and she looked down to realize her toes were buried in sand. And she was wearing white. Grasping at the material, she realized exactly what she was wearing and had to fight the urge to rip it from her body. Fighting the urge didn't mean she didn't start to panic. Her breathing came fast and quick and she spun quickly trying to figure out...
Oh thank the goddess... She wasn't in the desert. Water surrounded the patch of sand she stood on and there were palms just behind her. An island. A sigh of relief almost escaped her but then she heard it. A snap of a twig or branch behind her and she flung herself around to be met with a very sheepish grimace.
"Sorry," Methos.
"What in Artemis' name are you doing here?" It was accusatory and she couldn't help but look down at the dress she wore. She knew he would recognize it. It was the one he gave her to wear all those years ago.
"That's a good question, Cassandra. You brought me here," He wasn't dressed as she was, though. He wore white also, but his clothes were far more modern. A white t-shirt and white linen pants with sandals. He had his hands tucked in his pockets, and looking at her as if she'd summoned him...
"I did no such thing. The last I remember, I was sitting on my bed meditating..." She cut the words off with a heavy sigh. This was all in her head?
"Yes, well, I'm here. So whatever it is you have to say, I suggest you get on with it. It's bloody hot out here," Typical Methos. Infuriating her to no end.
"I have nothing to say to you!" A lie. She knew that. She wouldn't have conjured all of this up if there wasn't something... unresolved. She watched him as he blinked at her and then smirked, shaking his head and walking towards the edge of the water, watching his toes being submerged.
"I hate you," She hissed, wanting nothing more than for this to be over with.
"No,"
"No?"
"That isn't why I'm here and I think we both know that,"
She crossed her arms and stalked her way over to him, splashing water on his pants as she stood in front of him, ankle deep in the water.
"I haven't forgiven you as much as I said I did,"
"Well, that's true, but that isn't it,"
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. That. Isn't. It." He was the picture of serenity, looking down at her with amusement lacing his tanned features.
"Alright then. YOU tell Me. Since you obviously know what it isn't, then why don't you tell me what it IS," She expected some retort about how she needed to figure things out for herself and that it was so sad that she still relied on him for answers after all this time. Instead, she watched as his hand slid up her cheeks to cup her face and he leaned forward until right before their lips met.
"You want to tell me that you want this. You MISS this, between us. That everything you've done with this center, your new life... it's all been for me. To prove you've become better and stronger and worthy. You want me, Cassandra. Even despite everything I've done to you, or maybe even BECAUSE of it, you want me to kiss you and admit that I could love you now. You want me to fight for you and make love to you and do everything I never did with the Horsemen. And maybe a few of the things I DID do," His lips never touched hers in all that time and he released her, looking at her green eyes full of rage and contempt. But she didn't say a word. She was angry, because a very small part of her knew that, in some way, he was right. She watched him walk away further down the beach before he turned his head halfway to her, "For what it's worth? You probably aren't alone in that," And with that, a blinding light seared her eyes and she closed them, gasping, only to open them when she felt a cool breeze on her skin.
She sat on the floor of her loft, surrounded by candles and incense. The setting was peacful and calm. But she wasn't. She felt like she'd just stepped into the middle of a violent storm.
Oh thank the goddess... She wasn't in the desert. Water surrounded the patch of sand she stood on and there were palms just behind her. An island. A sigh of relief almost escaped her but then she heard it. A snap of a twig or branch behind her and she flung herself around to be met with a very sheepish grimace.
"Sorry," Methos.
"What in Artemis' name are you doing here?" It was accusatory and she couldn't help but look down at the dress she wore. She knew he would recognize it. It was the one he gave her to wear all those years ago.
"That's a good question, Cassandra. You brought me here," He wasn't dressed as she was, though. He wore white also, but his clothes were far more modern. A white t-shirt and white linen pants with sandals. He had his hands tucked in his pockets, and looking at her as if she'd summoned him...
"I did no such thing. The last I remember, I was sitting on my bed meditating..." She cut the words off with a heavy sigh. This was all in her head?
"Yes, well, I'm here. So whatever it is you have to say, I suggest you get on with it. It's bloody hot out here," Typical Methos. Infuriating her to no end.
"I have nothing to say to you!" A lie. She knew that. She wouldn't have conjured all of this up if there wasn't something... unresolved. She watched him as he blinked at her and then smirked, shaking his head and walking towards the edge of the water, watching his toes being submerged.
"I hate you," She hissed, wanting nothing more than for this to be over with.
"No,"
"No?"
"That isn't why I'm here and I think we both know that,"
She crossed her arms and stalked her way over to him, splashing water on his pants as she stood in front of him, ankle deep in the water.
"I haven't forgiven you as much as I said I did,"
"Well, that's true, but that isn't it,"
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. That. Isn't. It." He was the picture of serenity, looking down at her with amusement lacing his tanned features.
"Alright then. YOU tell Me. Since you obviously know what it isn't, then why don't you tell me what it IS," She expected some retort about how she needed to figure things out for herself and that it was so sad that she still relied on him for answers after all this time. Instead, she watched as his hand slid up her cheeks to cup her face and he leaned forward until right before their lips met.
"You want to tell me that you want this. You MISS this, between us. That everything you've done with this center, your new life... it's all been for me. To prove you've become better and stronger and worthy. You want me, Cassandra. Even despite everything I've done to you, or maybe even BECAUSE of it, you want me to kiss you and admit that I could love you now. You want me to fight for you and make love to you and do everything I never did with the Horsemen. And maybe a few of the things I DID do," His lips never touched hers in all that time and he released her, looking at her green eyes full of rage and contempt. But she didn't say a word. She was angry, because a very small part of her knew that, in some way, he was right. She watched him walk away further down the beach before he turned his head halfway to her, "For what it's worth? You probably aren't alone in that," And with that, a blinding light seared her eyes and she closed them, gasping, only to open them when she felt a cool breeze on her skin.
She sat on the floor of her loft, surrounded by candles and incense. The setting was peacful and calm. But she wasn't. She felt like she'd just stepped into the middle of a violent storm.