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Not everything got to be warm sunny smiles from the Little Bird and the grudging but welcome solace of her little touches. The reality of life in the Row for some (or most) was a crushing weight that Tralle tried to spare her as often as he could, usually through growed threats she only took half seriously and threats she had come to find hollow, assuming much of the burden like Atlas with the world. He often assumed that the nights he had to spend away, deep inside the grounds or the manor, or deeper still within the bowels of the Row, were a time of enjoyment for her where she could be free of his surly stoicism and oppressive looming.
The night before, he hadn't come back to the cottage at all, and left her with only the heavy drumming of rain on the roof through the night. He returned sometime before the sun began its slow climb over the horizon, wet, miserable looking, and unapproachable. He had barely managed to strip out of the soaked clothing before dropping hard onto his bed, yanking the blankets over himself and promptly falling into a deep slumber. Well past noon he had remained there, snoring like some great, slumbering beast.
Daylight was her time to play and with him in bed, she ventured a quick escape through the Row and into the city proper. Most of the time she went straight to the library and back but with him down for the count for who knows how long, she took her time in her adventure. So when she came running back at breakneck speed sometime just before sundown, it was easy to assume that something had happened. The door shut roughly behind her but she didn't pause to try and catch her breath. Instead, she dumped her backpack and hurried for the ladder to the loft.
"Chris!" They were alone after all, she could use his first name. Her wrist was still splinted if only for a few more weeks, so her progress up the ladder was slow enough for her to slow her breathing. When she got to the top, she paused to eye him before sneaking toward his bedside to lean down toward him. She was much quieter the second time around. "Chris. Wake up."
When Tralle slept, he slept hard. Rousing him from a slumber often proved to be fruitless or frustrating, as Cassie had come to learn in the weeks of them growing closer. But then again, she had never banged anything around before or yelled either. It was the hard knock of the door within its frame that jolted him, not from the depths of his sleep but enough to turn her keeper restless in his reverie. The loud call of his name produced a rumbling growl, some hollow threat that would never come to fruition.
It wasn't until she called his name the second time that one eye cracked open slowly, gummy with sleep and a dull stormweather blue-gray. He grunted but showed no signs of moving.
"Wake up Sleeping Beauty, I wanna show you something." Amber eyes were wide with excitement and her cheeks were ruddy from the sprint back. Cassie was not the athletic sort, not in the least. Running was seldom done unless there was a good reason. Leaning down toward him, she beamed a brilliant smile that may as well have been the sun risen anew for all the shine it offered to him. "Pleeeeeeeeeease? It's getting dark but if you won't get up, I'll just go by myself. In the dark. Outside. In the dark. Did I mention the sun's almost down?"
"Hunh?" That one eye opened wider and for all of her sunshine, he scowled a loosed a quiet growl of protest at her. Of course, Cassie remained unaffected by the gesture and Tralle was eventually forced to give in and let his expression soften. It was a battle she was winning and eventually won when implanting him with the notion that she would venture into the Row at night without him. "Fine. Grrrph. Fiiiine."
He roused then, both eyes opening and his hands slipping beneath his frame to push him slowly upwards. A lean towards her caused their cheeks to brush gently and then he was trying to sit up. "Another book store?" Not that he minded but he did have a reputation to maintain.
As if it were even possible, her grin grew further when he finally agreed. For all of his grumpy and grousing, she knew just how to push his buttons in such a way that he would bend to her ever whimsical desires. Despite the night they had spent together on her birthday, she still felt her cheeks flush in the wake of the brief contact with his. It had her slowly leaning back out of his personal space. The day found her in a heavy hoodie over top of a flared skirt that hit a few inches above the over the knee socks that disappeared into her Chucks. Tucking her chin beneath the sweatshirt's collar, she wiggled her mouth beneath the fabric to mask her smile.
"No. Even better. C'mon!" Even muffled by thickly layered cotton, the mirth was easily heard in her tone, her smile reaching all the way into a crinkling at the corners of her eyes as she backed away from him and climbed the ladder back down. "And don't go back to sleep!"
"Grrrph. Okay, I said okay!" He snapped, but the bark was infinitely worse that the bite. Another shift on the bed saw him pushed up to his feet, swaying momentarily as he got his bearings and then focused back on her with a lighter hued stare. Standing before her, he wore nothing but a loose fitting pair of boxer-briefs. "You win this time. Gotta change."
He leaned into her for a moment before passing, as if even that brief touching as enough to energize him into further action. Back to her, he began to rummage through a dresser and pull free clean clothes, dressing silently while she practically vibrated with excitement. Jeans, boots, and an old drab brown t-shirt which was covered by that favored leather jacket of his. "Ready."
"Don't get snippy with me, Mister." She giggled as she faded back out of his space, doing her best to avoid looking at him in his boxers. Sure she had seen all of that before but she also didn't want those thoughts in her head at the moment. Once she made it to the ground level, she paced circles as she waited, impatient in her desire to show him whatever it was she was going to show him. When he fiiiiiiiinally touched down too, she grinned and grabbed for his hand, dragging him toward the door less than gently.
"We gotta hurry and get there before the sun goes down all the way. Oh my gosh." Somehow still breathless, the words came out in a whoosh, all rambling girlishness and excited joy. The hurried pace and the grasp of her hand had them clearing the manor's gate quickly and she resisted the urge to break into a full on run, at least until they made it out of the Row. Cassie had turned them north, leading them straight toward the rushing river that separated the north side of town from the south and it didn't look like their course was going to divert. When they reached the water line, she took a hard right, a building giggle catching in her lungs as the foliage filled in over head. The setting sun trickled bare bits of light through the clouds and rose tinted blossoms on the trees that lined the river, the cherry trees in full bloom for only a short time before the pretty pink flowers faded in favor of green. Their pace slowed and finally she came to a stop beneath the thickest stretch of canopy. Her hand let his go and she looked up at him, her grin pulling hard enough at her lips that it made her cheeks hurt. Intermittent gusts of wind stripped handfuls of petals from the trees and let them flutter to ground like velveteen snow which only seemed to delight her further.
"Isn't it beautiful?"
Even with the slow failing of the light, there were still plenty of curious eyes to follow their progress, more than one brow raised in morbid curiosity as the near infamous Tralle allowed some slip of a girl to haul him through the streets. More interested in her excitement and the insistent pull of her hand, he ignored everything else save for the occasional glance to a darkened alley mouth. Habits. The closer they became to their final destination, the more he began to take note of her surroundings. There was an incentive in it, with glances stolen towards her deepening smile, nearly infectious enough to force one upon him. His mouth twitched, his eyes a much lighter blue.
And then they were there, a stoic lean against a nearby wall more his style, affording him the panoramic view of the beautiful shedding trees and the petite woman so entranced by them. In a weak moment, Tralle eventually did smile. "More so because you're here too."
"Have you ever been to DC when the cherry trees are in bloom? This might be even better than that..." Excitement translating to breathless wonder, her hands turned palms up to try and catch the dancing petals in the wind. Save for one or two, they all escaped her grasp but not her laughter which carried on the breeze before being lost to the emptiness that was the north side of Old Temple just before sundown. They were outside of the Row's prying eyes, beyond the abject grittiness. It may as well have been a different world for Cassie. Finally she turned back toward him, intent on taking his hands to drag him into the midst of falling petals.
"Hardly, but that's sweet of you just the same. Spin with me. I won't let you fall." Swaying side to side intentionally, she held her hands up in between them for him to take, her wrists crossed to offer her right for his right and her left for his left.
"Once yeah," he mumbled. "Class field trip when I was a kid."
He might have smiled again, just for a moment while watching her, but let it die away when he thought she was looking again. But even with a pursed and taciturn set of his mouth, blue eyes still danced with a little of the enjoyment of the moment. When she reached for him, he glanced down at her hands. For a few moments, he was surly.
"But it's like... tree glitter." His eyes narrowed.
The sway of her hips wasn't lost on him. The not so subtle curve of her mouth. It only took the better part of a full minute for him to give in, bigger hands closer over hers in just the manner she had silently asked for. Another thirty seconds and he was spinning her for the first time, twirling her slowly and like a pretty little top.
"Oh yeah? I only got to see it, like, twice, but still. Soooo pretty. And you have to catch it at just the right time. A week before and you're too early, a week after and you're too late. They're just petals, it's not that bad." Her laughter bubbled up again, freely offering in the face of his grumpiness. At best she was undaunted by his protestations and for all of his grousing, he still seemed intent on indulging her. Such things made her time in this weird ass place halfway bearable, as if maybe the world wasn't as awful as she first thought.
"Faster!" She giggled, spinning and twirling, her feet working an almost graceful shuffle reminiscent of the ballet classes her mother had insisted upon as a child. There was a certain pleasure in feeling the world tilt, sent topsy-turvy by upended balance and the whirling of the trees and the river and him. "Faster, pleeeease."
In recent weeks, the grousing and agitation had been less sincere and more of a show, a half-hearted preservation of the status quo the she had come to treat more like a game within the privacy of their shared company. In the outside world, it was more genuine out of deeply ingrained habit. The sweet melody of her laughter was infectious, though in him it garnered little more than an uncertain half smile, but when she made the suddenly demand, Tralle found little reason to not give in. Faster and faster he twirled her, like a little ballerina and keeping himself stationary all the while.
"Ya gotta..." She had to try and get herself to stop laughing before she could finish her sentence, spinning so quickly that she was almost certain she might take off like a helicopter leaf in reverse. "Gotta spin too..."
Regardless, she didn't seem intent on stopping until the world spun with such ferocity that she had no choice but to stutter step to a halt, her bubbling laugh dying down to a lingering giggle. Soft blossom petals no larger than the pad of her thumb had caught in her hair, lending a certain whimsical feel to the breathless starry eyed look she gave him when she finally slowed herself down. Across the river, the faerie lights of Little Elfhame played backdrop to the surreal moment. It was fleeting, ephemeral in how quickly it was there and gone, lost when her lingering dizziness had her swaying and taking a pair of quick steps to keep from falling on her butt, giggles summoned once more.
"I don't spin," he informed her gently without growling the words. "But you can spin all you want but..."
And there she went. The little giggles were worth another twitch of a smile before his hands were steadying her, drawing her in to offer up a solid presence for her to lean against as she got her bearings again. One of those hands lifted to brush dark strands of hair from her face, drawing them around behind her neck so that he could give her face a fleeting study in profile.
There was no time to protest, no chance to argue, the persistent fit of giggles had already decided otherwise. Once more she had pushed herself to breathlessness, her soft panting mixing with interspersed trills of laughter, soft and sweet in the space between them. When the rest of the world was threatening to dump her on her bum, he was a wall of steady that her fingers latched on to, curling against the thick leather that he wore like an unnecessary outer shell. After all, he already had a solid enough fortress erected around him emotionally. Exhaling one last laugh, she smiled and looked up at him, her brows rising as if to try and read him like the books she so loved.
"...Hey you..."
"Glad I didn't miss this." They were quiet words, as if he feared anyone but her might hear the admission. He was more Chris and less Tralle then, some small charm from a younger forgotten man, scattered across the broader exterior of toughness for her to glimpse. "Worth it for your smile alone."
She hadn't been sure and that unsurety was readily evident in the way she studied him, looking for some hint that maybe she hadn't been more of an annoyance by dragging him out of bed when he had been out all night. Where hesitance reigned, soon relief washed over it on the tail end of his soft admission and for what wasn't the first time that night, her cheeks ached with the weight of her grin. Cassie was almost grateful for the already present red in her cheeks if only because it made it easier to pass off the blush that she felt warming her skin as she huffed a soft laugh into a drop of her chin, her gaze falling with the motion as well. "I, um, uhhh... I don't... know what I was going to say... but, um, yeah. I thought... maybe you might like it... or something."
He reached up to touch the corner of her wide smile with a light pass of a thumb's pad, tracing along the side of her jaw. His shoulder slumped beneath the weight of the calm that washed over him in the moment. "I like it. Thank you, Cassie."
Without bringing her chin up, her eyes lifted to touch his, amber finding blue in the darkening twilight. For almost two seconds, she closed her eyes with the touch of his calloused finger, the edge of her mouth quivering with the threat of rising higher. A slight shuffling of her feet pulled her almost toe to toe with him, her fingers still thoroughly caught up in the stiff leather of his jacket. "O-okay, good. You're welcome. I wasn't sure. Um, but yeah, this is all I wanted to show you... so if you want we can go back..."
"We can stay," he offered. "Until the sun goes down."
His arms encircled her slender frame, drawing her in, less an offer of comfort and more a demand for the feel of her snug against his larger form. His cheek rested atop her head, even as he angled their position towards the slow dip of the sun, the amber-red of its dying light.
"Maybe feed you?"
"We... we don't have to..." She murmured, her smile still not dimming. It would likely light their way back home in its rivalry of the setting star on the horizon. Tilting just a little to peek up at him as he reangled her, Cassie leaned back against the solid wall that was Tralle. "But I'm kinda hungry if you are..."
"What would make you happy? Staying for a bit then eating or eating now? I'll eat either way." One arm was snug around her middle, his hand open and flat against her soft belly, and the other resting along the curve of her hip. He plied the question quietly, as if he wanted no one else to ear and it lacked his typical agitated rumble.
It was an odd sort of public intimacy, something almost never offered by the man who played keeper to the little bird. But, tucked away on Old Temple's crest as they were, away from prying eyes, they could almost be normal. Almost. Her arms settled over top of the one that belted her in against him and she hummed a contemplative note as she tried to decide.
"Will ya, eh?" It was a shameless grin she wore, even if he couldn't necessarily see it from that angle. She trailed off into a giggle and shrugged. "I sort of skipped lunch so I could probably eat a horse like right now."
"Does being hung like one count?" At that angle, she couldn't see his face either or the small smile that slowly grew until the threat of laughter shook his chest. That she would feel. Tralle squeezed her into a hug then and turned his attention back towards the slow descent of the sun over the horizon. "Tell me what you're hungry for and we'll go there. We can take a cab outside of the Row if it's far."
"Oh..." Her own surprised laugh was hardly muted even by the wrap of his arms around her. Cassie's cheeks blazed with the same fire that lit up the western horizon, accented by the gold of her gaze in much the same way the sun stretched trails of gold across the sea where the river poured itself out for the last time. "My. Gosh."
Twisting around in his grasp, she found herself chest to chest with him, her chin lifting upwards so she wasn't talking into his neck. "Spaghetti. With meatballs, and no dirty jokes when I put them in my mouth."
"We can do that." Tralle bumped his forehead against hers gently and gave her one more squeeze, low around the hips, before drawing back reluctantly. "Come on. Spaghetti and meatballs. And then wherever or whatever else." There was a charity in the offer but not out of pity. In the moment, the beast of the Row very much wanted to dote on the pretty slip of a young woman.
"With no dirty jokes too?" She asked, her gaze narrowing skeptically until she got confirmation out of him. The last thing she needed was to choke on her dinner because he just had to make a comment. A soft giggle weaseled its way free in response to the squeeze, her eyes closing before popping back open when he faded back from her. "Oh."
A private flush of red tinted her cheeks and she stuffed her hands into her pockets, mostly to try and find someone to fidget with. It gave her a chance to stare at the ground, the layer of cherry blossom petals carpeting water worn concrete and staining it the same shade of pink as her face. Her right hand closed around something, drawing it out for examination. Chapstick, good fidgeting tool. Wriggling the cap off, she applied a thin layer of cherry flavor across both lips, smacked them together with a pop and finally gave him a nod. "Okay, let's go."