DISCLAIMER: Weather Warden/Outcast Season belongs to Rachel Caine.
I open out my wings of glass,
Up and towards the wind melted future,
So just please don't go,
Please don't go.
-Dir en Grey, "Glass Skin"
~ Glass Skin ~
Joanne took one look at the expression on Cassiel's face and thought, Maybe getting her drunk wasn't really the best idea I've ever had.
Before she had time to elaborate on that thought, though, another problem popped up - literally.
"Changed your mind already?" Ashan asked, and Joanne belatedly realized that Cassiel must have called him here.
"No," Cassiel snapped.
She was out of her chair and across the room before Joanne had time to do more than think, Oh shit, she's going to attack him?
Cassiel, expression caught between fury and something Joanne couldn't quite put a name to, stopped directly in front of Ashan.
Or maybe she's just going to yell at him.
"You are intoxicated," Ashan observed with a disapproving frown… just before Cassiel fisted her hands in his shirt collar and kissed him, hard.
Joanne almost wanted to laugh as Ashan - the stone cold bastard badass Djinn - froze, eyes wide in stunned disbelief. She wondered idly if she was witnessing his first kiss. Considering how cuddly he wasn't, she wouldn't be surprised if this was his first encounter involving anything that even remotely resembled affection.
After a long moment, Ashan laid his hands on Cassiel's shoulders. But he neither pulled her closer nor pushed her away. He still seemed unsure about how to react as Cassiel finally broke the kiss and relaxed her grip on his collar. Yet still she clung to him, burying her face against his neck as she burst into hysterical sobs.
Joanne watched as the surprise finally faded from Ashan's expression. Now he simply seemed exasperated and slightly confused with Cassiel's behavior. He made no attempt to comfort her, simply held her while she cried.
~to be concluded~