Wings

Octo || Feelings

The morning was quiet, only the sweet sounds of tittering birds filled the sanctity of the silence. It was calm, strangely calm. The last dregs of darkness had all but faded from her room; leaving only the warm, clean light. Cassidy sat ram rod straight on her bed. Her eyes had no bags around them, there was energy humming under her skin and she- dare say it- looked healthy. Puzzled, she rubbed her hands against her eyes and frowned.

She had slept all through the night.

With no nightmares.

Heck, she'd even woken up before her alarm and wasn't tempted by the minutes of sleep she'd get before it screamed and if that wasn't a miracle who knows what was.

Eyes set in a heavy frown, she pressed her fingers to her mouth in deliberation. What had been different? She'd had the same routine for the past couple of years and it simply made no sense that she would suddenly be able to sleep through the night without witnessing the horrors she had been put through.

So what had changed?

Sighing, Cassidy pushed herself up from her bed and walked over to her dresser. There was a block in her memory, like when you've forgotten where your wallet is. Who or what had triggered it. It only hit her when she was on the third stroke of the hairbrush through her hair, stretching her body and smiling with the energy filling it, when it slammed into her like a freight train. Shock filled her and she almost dropped her hairbrush on her vanity.

Demos.

Slamming it down on the counter, she sprinted out of her bedroom and in her panicked mind, she didn't even think to listen around for any sound. Swiftly, she ducked into each room- even if there was no chance he was going to be in there. Tearing into the lounge, she noticed his bedding from the night before was disheveled and walked over to put her hand on the fabric. It was still warm, that meant that he was close- there was no way he could have gotten that far-

Clang.

She froze, tilting to the direction of the kitchen before her body moved. Skidding into the kitchen, she expected only the worst- not Demos with her apron on. He stood at her stove with her white apron on, a spatula in his hand and a bowl of batter in the other. On the scratched white counter tops was a small container of lemon juice and her sugar pot, two of her chipped plates and two pancakes already on each plate. They hadn't already been sugared and lemon-ed, so they sat plain on her side as the warm scent hit her. Her stomach echoed back and she blushed, wrapping her arms around her waist.

"Well, hell-o nurse. Good morning." He was grinning, his eyebrows curled in a cocky manner as he stared at her undress.

Cassidy frowned for a moment before looking down and almost screeching. In her panic, she hadn't changed out of her pajamas and was only in a thin tank top and her boy shorts. Clearing her throat, she calmly wrapped her arms around her breasts dutifully noting how his eyes flicked back to her face before turning back to the pancakes. She sighed, ducked out of the room and grabbed her hoodie before returning.

"Good morning- what are you doing, Demos?" He let out a cheeky grin, flipping one of the pancakes in the pan before grabbing one of the plates and slamming it down on the side. Placing it before her, he bowed with a flourish of his hand- blond floppy hair falling in his face. It wasn't even tied up, he just let the long tendrils sink against his shoulders in golden waves.

"Making pancakes, milady." Slowly, she grabbed the lemon juice off of the table and squeezed a generous amount on her set of pancakes before sprinkling a small amount of sugar on top. She liked her pancakes tart, to remind her that her taste-buds actually existed and hadn't died off because of all the TV dinners she ate. Though the amount of lemon juice she squeezed onto the pancake probably didn't help with the whole taste-bud-death thing.