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Our Lives are Our Gifts

Summary: Ten years later, each member of the Mighty Nein finds their ending. Yasha decides to tell Molly about it.
Reading Time: abt 13 mins
Originally published as bboiseux on 2018.12.04 | AO3 link

“Hello, Molly,” says Yasha, taking a seat in the warm grass next to her knapsack, “It has been a long time.”

Above, the sky was a brilliant blue. Even the clouds seemed to glow with an inner white light as they drifted slowly above. The air was cooler here, just outside the northern reaches of the Empire, but a warm breeze blew in from the south and carried with it the smell of wet grass and newborn dirt. In the summer, when the fields were lush and the travel on the road was constant, Yasha imagined the view from the hill was quite pleasant.

It had been ten years since they had last seen each other and Yasha wore those years with pride. Her hair had grown even longer. Even looped three times through the simple silver rings Beau had given her five years ago her hair hung in thick locks down her back and to the side. Wearing to the side made it easier to access the simple sword strapped to her back. For the times when its immense size and its owner’s matching height were not enough to dissuade potential attackers. Yasha ran her fingers along her face as she considered her next words, tracing the heavy nicks and thick scars that decorated her skin. The familiar map of her life. She smiled, slow and heavy, but a smile nonetheless.

“You have a lot to catch up on. Caduceus—“ She paused, sifting through her memories. “–You never met Caduceus. He–you would have liked him. You would have liked his tea.”
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Familiar Shadows (Vex & Cassandra)

For some reason I'm suddenly feeling like returning to my angst/comfort Cassandra de Rolo & Vex'ahlia fic.  Here's a taste:

It was a familiar scene at this point: Cassandra surrounded in darkness, sitting primly at her writing desk, surrounded by a glow of candle light, working into the night.  Vex had thought Percy’s return to Whitestone would have at least stopped these late nights—giving Cassandra time to rest and enjoy a semblance of a normal life.  But it seemed that even Percy shouldering many responsibilities was not enough to keep Cassandra from working into the night.

Vex knocked lightly on the door and walked in. “Cassandra, dear?”

Cassandra turned her head only a degree to glance at Vex and then returned to her work, “Ah, Lady Vex’ahlia.”  A pause as her quill works away at a document. “What brings you to my office so late at night?”

Vex sauntered into the room and laid a hand on Cassandra’s shoulder.  Cassandra pulled back only a fraction of an inch, but Vex felt the instinct to run held in a vice grip to the chair.  Vex stumbled for a moment over her words. “I-ah-thought you might want some help.”  She smiled. “I’m very good with money.”

Cassandra met her eyes with ice.  “Yes, Lady Vex’ahlia, I was aware of that.”  She turned her eyes back to the work in front of her.  “These, however, are not matters of money.  I can see to them myself with no problem.”

Vex pulled up a seat and sat beside Cassandra.

“Would you perhaps like some company?”

“No, Lady Vex’ahlia, I am almost done for the night and this will go quicker if I am left to my own thoughts.”

“I see, well.  Cassandra, I would very much like to spend some more time with you.  Perhaps you would like to join me for a hunt.  We will be leaving in three days for a brief excursion into the forest.”

“I’m afraid things are far too busy with the harvest right now.”

Vex paused.  She didn’t want to push, but she did want to have time to get to better know Cassandra.  She was the last of Percy’s family and the poor girl clearly needed someone.

She leaned forward and placed a hand on Cassandra’s shoulder again, “Dear, perhaps we could have dinner some time, just to get to know each other better.”

Cassandra whipped her body around to look at Vex directly, Vex’s hand falling from the shoulder.  Vex saw a fiery anger in her eyes and then the familiar retreat of that fire into ice.  “Lady Vex’ahlia, this is nothing personal, but I would prefer if in the future you would refrain from touching me or using any kind of affectionate names for me.  My name is Cassandra and you may address me as such.”

Vex froze for a moment and then excused herself quickly, giving her apologies.  “Of course, Cassandra.  I meant no harm.”  She fled the room.