You look familiar...

[cassie_of_troy]

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.

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[truthandlyres]

Apollo sauntered down the hallway at a slow, leisurely pace. Every so often, he glanced up to observe the area around him, observing the architecture and design of the hallways, nodding to anyone who might walk by and offering them his most charming of smiles.

But mostly, he was distracted by playing with this strange journal he had been given. He hadn't quite convinced himself that this wasn't a dream yet, or some sort of elaborate scheme set up by one of the gods--he wasn't sure which one--but this had seemed even more likely after he'd spotted Cassandra at the masked ball. Too much of a coincidence--especially considering the fact that she'd been dead for a good hundred years by now.

And there she was. He saw her before she saw him, and he paused in the hallway, leaning against the wall as he observed her for a few, brief moments. It was his first time seeing her without the mask. He'd known that night, but now there was no mistaking it. There was that hair, that chin, that graceful frame

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She heard the footsteps and knew. Anyone else would probably have made some sort of commentary. Cassandra was quite aware of how ridiculous she looked. Very slowly, she opened her eyes, her fingernails digging into the skin of the apple. Why couldn't it all be a dream? Why couldn't she just awake to find Cris beside her?

Or better yet, Othryoneus?

Of course, it wasn't a dream. There he was.

From Cassandra's perspective, it had been about a year since they last saw one another, but she couldn't help but wonder how long it had been for him. Although she had memories of him imprinted on her soul like a handprint, she had forgotten things. How handsome he was, for one thing. And how dangerous.

That's when it occurred to her. And she was surprised it hadn't sooner. "So you're the one who brought me here."

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Not quite a curse, but certainly an accusation.

"Don't be absurd," Apollo drawled, remaining where he was, leaned against the wall. Any closer and he'd spook her, like a startled deer. He had to keep a distance.

"Why would I bring you to this place?" He gestured around vaguely. "This, my dear, is hardly my style. If I were to somehow pull you out of the underworld and drag you away, I would have had the decency to drag you somewhere with a better view."

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Under any other circumstances, Cassandra would immediately have accused him of lying. But something he said made it very clear he was telling the truth: The underworld. If he had been responsible for bringing her here, he would have known that she wasn't in the underworld. She had never actually made it there.

This, of course, presented a whole separate set of questions.

Cassandra loosened her grip on the apple slightly. She still wasn't inclined to get too close to him, but for the moment, she would hold back from any sort of violence. "If you dislike the decor so much, why are you here? It seems impossible that great Phoebus Apollo would be subject to the whims of the Gate. Or whatever it was that brought me here."