<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d8/bd/dc/d8bddcf915691f1a6084e11275d75f18--mother-art-dota-.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Cassandra Blackbriar (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1252610)</strong></span><br/>Place:  The afterlife still, or back on the Prime Material Plane?<br/>Time:  Late evening last she knew<br/>Inventory:  Belt with pouches, 2 sets of fine clothing plus undergarments<br/>Tagging:  New friends, and Lady Adelaide Meeks<br/><br/>While she fell willingly into the verbal trap set for her by the pixie haired young woman, Cassandra's little smile hardly faltered since she was starting to like Jasmine quite a bit.  If nothing else, she was likely far safer than Meeks would ever be, but she'd been 'safe' for most of her life, she didn't want 'safe'.  As such, she was all too happy to point out she hadn't been trying to pick her up, and wasn't all that surprised when Jasmine countered in clear amusement.  Even if nothing came of their no doubt eventual friendship, coerced as it'd likely be thanks to their shared bond under Malcanthet, Cassandra was already growing to like Jasmine as she went onto describe how she'd gotten into the mess herself they all found themselves in.  While she hardly knew her, something about her tale felt slightly inaccurate to the young sorceress, but she didn't call her out on it.  Her mind had since returned to her own mortality, if that's what this could be called at any rate.<br/><br/>Jasmine's response to her question, while there'd been no malicious intent there, had stirred up her own mixed feelings further, so much so that she never heard Adelaide's approach until she was practically falling into her arms.  She froze, more out of very pleasant surprise than fear, her mind momentarily blank as the bard wrapped the soft scarf about her body, trapping her without even doing much of anything.  How many times had Cassandra envisioned this moment?  How many times had she nearly touched herself in the dead of night after imagining herself in place of all of those weaklings that had fallen for Adelaide already?  Far too many, and now, with the bard's unnaturally cold body against her heated skin, her sex slickened almost immediately hhen those devilish lips found her collarbone before blazing a trail down to her breast.  While she was entirely new to this, her body responded with no urging from her conscious mind as her nipples, pink little things that became hard as diamonds in record time, became erect and eager for more while the leg between her thighs caressed her hairless, smooth and virginal slit.<br/><br/>Awash in such little tingles of pleasure from the multi pronged assault, Cassandra could only bare her neck to Adelaide's lips before they moved back up, completely lost to the woman before her.  To think she'd been arrogant enough to believe she had resisted Lady Meeks before this, the idea was laughable now, but her words at least were reassuring as Cassandra's hands slowly slid up Adelaide's back, her fingertips resting just below her shoulder blades as the bard bit and tugged at her bottom lip.  Smiling despite the fact Adelaide could have killed her at any point since meeting her, the sorceress nodded her head in acknowledgement even as her green eyes lost the lusty glimmer, her hands slowly falling away from the cold woman's body at the same time.<strong>"I want to <em>control</em> my gifts, not let them blaze out of my ability to reign in.  Having said that, I was a fool to think I had somehow resisted you before now, because of just how easily you got under my skin.  It's little wonder so many have died trying to please you, but you raise a good argument."</strong><br/><br/>As much as she wanted to continue and see just how many languages Adelaide could make her scream the same pleasure wracked entreaties, Cassandra had other ideas for the moment as she gently pushed the bard back before sitting heavily on the bed behind her, her hands having since moved to grasp her friend's.  The cold, clammy sweat covering her palms would only then appear as a visible tremor began in the sorceress's body, her voice equally shaky and her eyes unfocused.<strong>"But that's also the problem.  We <em>died</em>.  I was left in an alley, killed by one of the remnants of my family.  My revenge was immediate but ultimately pointless because I didn't survive the encounter, and then we met Malcanthet, and are presumably alive again.  I know we all are doomed to suffer the same fate eventually, but before the fire, my life was predictable...so boringly predictable in fact that I could have told you how I'd have likely hung myself to escape it if not for my power finally awakening, giving me the means and the strength to be here.  And while you all might be okay with this, but I'm not!  Call me a weakling or a foolish girl or what have you, but this...this is nearly too much for me to handle.  To go from such a humdrum life to this...?"</strong>Taking a trembling breath, her hands slowly stopped shaking as she tried to calm herself.  She felt better...for having gotten that off of her chest, but she had likely damaged any hope she had of appearing at all capable to these people by giving way to hysterics.  But she was only human, just like anyone else.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm...I'm sorry, I just need time to...to process all this."</strong>Cassandra finally said to no one in particular even though her eyes were on Adelaide for the most part.  Out of everyone's, hers was the only opinion that mattered, not because she was obsessed with her, not yet at least although it wouldn't surprise her if that changed now with her emotional outburst, which would likely spell her doom later, but because out of everyone present, the bard was the only one she trusted.