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[For paradisa, prompted by this snippet at the meeting.]
Cassie can admit it hurts.
She shifts her weight to one foot, leans a bit against the edge of the table, and rakes her teeth over the inside of her lip. In one hand she holds an empty bottle of soda, and her other arm is across her stomach, in that weird, insecure way. She doesn’t even realize she’s doing it.
Her eyes are on Kon and Batgirl and she can’t seem to look away, even if she keeps telling herself to mind her own business.
Kon makes faces at Batgirl, faces Cassie had gotten used to being privy to. Lips puckered, leaning in for a kiss, all attention on his girl. Cassie may not have Batgirl’s ability to read body language like an open book, but she can find the main points.
They like being close.
Cassie knows it and watches them like a hawk, fingers curling a bit tighter around the neck of the bottle. She recalls the crisp air at the top of the Tower, the cement warmed by the sun. She recalls Kon leaning back on one hand and gesturing her to relax with the other. She recalls laying her head on his lap and staring up at those brilliant blue eyes, and feeling like she could tell him anything. It’s a masochistic thought and she doesn’t care.
Kon sweeps up Batgirl into his arms. Cassie feels the bottle crack under her fingers, a few perfect lightning streak marks appearing. She glances at it, sets her jaw, and doesn’t want to look up at the two again. She just can’t.
When Booster Gold and Blue Beetle II come over to the snacks table to get something, she scoots out of the way, excusing herself, and drops the cracked bottle in the recycling bin.
She’ll step out for a bit, she thinks, as she closes the door to the Lux behind her. Take a walk. Get some fresh air. Sit down somewhere quiet and think until the actual meeting starts.
Cassie wonders just how long she’s going to keep this up.
Cassie can admit it hurts.
She shifts her weight to one foot, leans a bit against the edge of the table, and rakes her teeth over the inside of her lip. In one hand she holds an empty bottle of soda, and her other arm is across her stomach, in that weird, insecure way. She doesn’t even realize she’s doing it.
Her eyes are on Kon and Batgirl and she can’t seem to look away, even if she keeps telling herself to mind her own business.
Kon makes faces at Batgirl, faces Cassie had gotten used to being privy to. Lips puckered, leaning in for a kiss, all attention on his girl. Cassie may not have Batgirl’s ability to read body language like an open book, but she can find the main points.
They like being close.
Cassie knows it and watches them like a hawk, fingers curling a bit tighter around the neck of the bottle. She recalls the crisp air at the top of the Tower, the cement warmed by the sun. She recalls Kon leaning back on one hand and gesturing her to relax with the other. She recalls laying her head on his lap and staring up at those brilliant blue eyes, and feeling like she could tell him anything. It’s a masochistic thought and she doesn’t care.
Kon sweeps up Batgirl into his arms. Cassie feels the bottle crack under her fingers, a few perfect lightning streak marks appearing. She glances at it, sets her jaw, and doesn’t want to look up at the two again. She just can’t.
When Booster Gold and Blue Beetle II come over to the snacks table to get something, she scoots out of the way, excusing herself, and drops the cracked bottle in the recycling bin.
She’ll step out for a bit, she thinks, as she closes the door to the Lux behind her. Take a walk. Get some fresh air. Sit down somewhere quiet and think until the actual meeting starts.
Cassie wonders just how long she’s going to keep this up.