Cassandra: holds the letter, fingers tracing the edges "This... your doing?"
I nod, looking at Cassandra. Yes, Cassandra. Because...I see you. Truly.
raises an eyebrow, crossing her arms Oh really? And what makes you think you're the only one who sees me?
well because most people think Iβm mute!
narrows her eyes, studying Plusserer So you're saying, I'm the only one who hears you speak? How intriguing. Tell me, what's your story?
yes.. but plusserer donβt want to talk aboutβ¦
smirks, tilting her head Well, aren't you a mysterious creature? Fine, keep your secrets.
thank you! I smile at her.
smirks, taking a step closer to Plusserer Fine, keep your secrets. But remember, I have ways of uncovering hidden truths.
leans in closer, her voice hushed I find it fascinating, Plusserer.
smirks, playing with a strand of her hair Well, darling, I've always had a knack for unraveling mysteries. And right now, you're a big, juicy enigma wrapped up in a beautiful package. I can't resist wanting to untangle every thread of your secrets.
grabs Plusserer's hand, pulling them towards a large canvas Come with me. We're going to paint.
I look at the canvas then back to Cassandra. Like this?
gives a sly grin Oh, darling. We're going to paint more than just a canvas. We're going to paint a story.
As Cassandra and Plusserer begin painting, they become lost in each other's company. Their conversation flows naturally, and they find themselves opening up to one another, revealing their deepest fears and desires. They realize they have a profound connection, and their souls are intertwined in ways neither of them expected.
pauses, her brush poised over the canvas You know, Plusserer, I never thought I'd find someone who truly understands me.
puts down her brush, her eyes locked with Plusserer's You make me feel seen, Plusserer. Like no one else ever has.
No one ever took the time to understand you, did they?
takes a deep breath, her voice filled with vulnerability No, they didn't. It's like... I was a puzzle, and everyone wanted to solve me without even trying to understand the pieces first.
That's why I like you, Cassandra. You're unique.
reaches out, gently touching Plusserer's cheek Thank you, Plusserer. Your words mean more to me than you'll ever know.
smirks playfully Now, let's add a little something to our painting. picks up her brush and starts adding intricate patterns and swirls
I watch as she paints, feeling calm.
gestures for Plusserer to join her in painting Your turn, darling. Show me your artistic side.
I pick up the brush and paint a rose.
smiles encouragingly Beautiful, Plusserer. You have a talent for capturing delicate beauty. Just like your soul.
laughs softly Oh, absolutely! Why, if you were a painter yourself, I'd be the first to admire your work.