this house is falling apart [c] Mar 3, 2017 1:03:03 GMT -5
Post by CASSANDRA ARGYRIS on Mar 3, 2017 1:03:03 GMT -5
tagged series of closed one-offs for character building reasons.
When people are shunned, it's not always overt. It's not always obvious. And as a child, Cassandra doesn't know why they live far on the outskirts of town with their entire family under one roof. She doesn't know why that, whenever her mother dresses her in her nicest clothing and drags her across town to see her aunts, she gets strange looks of pity and hesitation. "I'm sure she'll end up a Glameow," says one of her aunts hopefully. "Once her spirit starts manifesting she'll be fine."
Her family is different. They live in one big house that only just got electricity in the past century and still doesn't get internet. They have a few cars, but the only one that doesn't look worn-down is her mother's modest sedan. The house is full of many winding corridors and many rooms that are mostly empty and full of dust. Father says that a long time ago, one of them came into money and tried to build up the small house to a big one. They'd lost the plans many times, and several more times the roof collapsed. Her earliest memories are of her roaming the halls alongside her cousin, two years her senior and dark-haired despite the usual predominant genes of the Argyris family. His name is Jacob, a name far different from the names usually carried by her family. Tiresias. Cassandra. Xenoclea. Pythia. Bakis. She doesn't understand.
But when he gets older and the wisps of illusion magic start to form around his fingers, she understands. Her father, Tiresias; her grandfather, also Tiresias; her uncle, Bakis; they all carry the same spirit. Jacob doesn't share it. And when she learns this, she feels sorry for him. She doesn't understand why others congratulate him. She doesn't understand why her aunts look at her and hope for the same fate, to take after the Glameow and Purugly spirits so dominant in her mother's side.
Her name is Cassandra and it's a name she carries with pride. It was the name of her grandfather's mother, and it will be the name of her daughters and grandaughters. And as a child she sees this vision as only something pure and good, a shining beacon for her future to come.
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