made in heaven. 𓄼 resident evil.

❛ promise. ➣ cassandra dimitrescu.

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𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻:
cassandra bestows a gift to you in a moment of panic.
i had a request for cassandra fluff so, i combined that with this imagine! hope you like it!

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Cassandra had never seen you so weakened, so fragile. So unlike her Y/N. Your fingers clutch tightly around hers, hushed whimpers ghosting past your quivering lips. Her free hand presses gently into the bandages covering your waist, silently hoping for you to awaken.

A few short hours prior to this moment, Mother Miranda had visited the castle for a meeting with Alcina Dimitrescu. You, the maiden in charge of bringing their drinks, had been a moment late due to having stopped to help Daniela clean a mess in the hall of four. Against Alcina's word, Miranda had deemed you unfit to help and slashed you in punishment.

Cassandra had to bite her tongue to refrain from making a scene in front of the lords, her mother and Mother Miranda. Instead, she'd taken you out of the room ( Alcina had another maiden fetch her immediately ) and to her chambers.

Now, a fever has set in. Alcina Dimitrescu, rather bothered by her daughter's reaction, had brought her even more bad news when she returned.

"I don't believe she will make it, Cassandra," Alcina had told her, squeezing her shoulder in a consoling way.

Cassandra had been unwilling to accept it. You were the only person besides her family she loved; the only girl who had made her feel genuine love in a matter of relationships. She had taken some time to show it to you, often having you clean her chamber's or bring her wine as a way of spending time with you. Shortly after, she had told Bela and Daniela that you were hers, and they were to leave you be.

And soon after that, you had caught onto her affections for you. The rest was history.

She'd never met someone–besides the other Dimitrescu's–so willing to get used to what she was, how she hunted, and so on.

Cassandra grips her mother's sleeve, halting the woman in her tracks. "Mother, give her the cadou." A pause, giving the brunette a moment to gather her thoughts. "She is my maiden."

Alcina is quite sure of what Cassandra means, and it's about time the girl gives her mother a confirmation on her feelings for the maiden. She sighs. "Cassandra, we don't know that she will take to it like we did. She could become like the maidens below."

"Mother, please. She cares for me, and I," a pause, a gentle sigh, "I care for her, too."

Alcina sighs, never being able to deny her daughters of their happiness. "Are you sure she is the one you want, Cassandra? This will be...a rather permanent decision."

Cassandra nods, quietly tracing the frame of your face with her gloved thumb. Alcina had never seen her middle child so encaptured by a human. "I am sure, mother."

Alcina shakes her head. The wonders and curiosities of love. "Bring her to the dungeon, I'll gather what we need."

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Watching the process of the treatment had been quite stressful for Cassandra. Never had she imagined seeing you being ravaged and picked clean by blowflies, while she could do nothing but watch. The cadou had to entirely 'treat' your body, to transform you into something new. Something closer to Cassandra.

Bela Dimitrescu came down every few hours to bring her sister refreshment and food, keeping her company.

"She will awaken, Cassandra. She's strong," Bela had told her, allowing her sister to have a rare moment of worry. She held her close, listening to the sound of buzzing and ignoring the smell of rotting meat. Daniela joined them some too, waiting, gathering things for you to have when you awoke.