You look familiar...
Characters: Cassandra and Apollo
Setting/Location: The Beasts' hallways
Date & Time: Day 8, morning
Warnings: Possible language and flying fruit
Summary: Cassandra and Apollo reunite. There will be blood.
The morning sunlight filtering in through the window created a fascinating pattern on the floor. Cassandra found herself unable to keep from staring at it. It was beautiful, really, like a pool of liquid gold. She had only seen such a thing once, in a vision of a goldsmith's workshop. This was much lovelier. Or perhaps, Cassandra was merely succumbing to the effects of utter exhaustion.
She had known it would happen, eventually. After all, she has scarcely slept at all since she had arrived from Rowan. But last night had been the worst. Last night, she had completely given up on sleep. It wasn't by choice. It was out of total and utter panic. And so, she had wandered the halls, half in her masquerade costume, still, clutching the green apple she had stolen from the hall. Once more, she was a ghost. And this was really Tartarus. She had longed to find Ianto or anyone familiar, even one of her old cellmates or the Amazon would have done. But she found no one. She was alone and that, by definition, was hell.
Cassandra stepped into the sunlight and closed her eyes, lifting her chin to greet the morning. The warmth of the sun on her face reminded her, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that she was still alive. But she wasn't entirely sure that was a good thing right now.