if you're the one who feels in, i'm the one who lets it go

[patheticvillain]

Who: Cassel Sharpe (patheticvillain) & open
What: Arriving, being Very Mad, and exploring the castle
When: Wednesday, 2/19
Where: Starting outside room 215 and continuing to basically wherever you want him; he'll stick his nose in everyplace.
Rating: Probs PG-13 for language.

It feels like there's a hole in his head.

This time it's so much clumsier than when Barron did it. When his brother did it, Cassel never even knew.

He takes a few moments to let the sick satisfaction of his brother's superiority sink into his stomach, then brushes that away. Thinking about Barron won't help now. Thinking about how Barron would probably laugh at him won't, and thinking about how he'd inevitably come up with a plan for what to do now won't help at all.

All Cassel wants to do is think about pizza night, and all the stupid talks they had on the Barge, dancing around each other like either of them really knew how to be a good brother at all.

He vigorously scrubs at the corners of his eyes. He is not gonna fucking cry. This isn't the time or the place. He's got - he has shit to do. Like find out where it ends, and when the ship is coming back. Call Chris. Can he call Chris?

I want to go home, he thinks pathetically, and his heart sinks when he realizes that home means the Barge. It sinks a little bit every time. His mom would be so disappointed.

Sighing, he runs his hands through his hair, pushing it into some semblance of order. His gloves have little spots of product on them; he smooths his hair out some more and then wipes his hands on the bedspread, a petty little gesture of dismissal. This place isn't his. He won't own it.

Instead, he stands straight and tall, cracking his back before slouching. A smirk grows on his face like it was planted there.

Ready or not, he thinks: here I come.