Cassandra is sitting downstairs, quietly, humming to herself and feeling vaguely melancholy and somewhat unhappy. She's thinking about Hector, and Andromache, and Troy, and missing it, even knowing that it's long gone and can never come back.

Feel free to come say hello, she's just sewing something, hands moving rapidly.

Current Mood: blah

Cassandra stumbles out of the woods as evening is coming on and manages to get to the porch before she collapses, her knees feeling weak and her head spinning. She puts her face in her hands and hauls herself to a sitting position, realizing for the first time how cold it is outside, but not feeling ready to get up again. So she sits shivering on the edge of the porch, leaning her head back against the railing, eyes closed, the arms wrapped around a post probably the only thing holding her up. 

Current Mood: listless

Cassandra is curled in a chair, feeling downright gloomy. She tries to remind herself that it's been years, but every day she half-expects to turn around and see Ajax leering at her, holding her arm in bruising fingers so she can't run. She swallows hard and tries to think of something else, but the only other thing she can think of is the surreal experience of reading her own experience in the bleak and distant words of myth, on white pages in a book.

She sniffles a little and scolds herself, saying softly, "Cassandra, it's been years. He's not here. No one knows. No one needs to remember. And especially not you."

Current Mood: mournful

Cassandra's been sitting alone since yesterday, when she read the words that brought back her rape in horrifying detail. Currently she's curled up in a chair, head on her arms, her eyes distant and her expression blank. She lowers her forehead to rest it on her knees, eyes pricking with tears. She's just remembered that today would have been Andromache's birthday. If it had been her own, she could have forgotten, but Andromache...she can't help but remember all the days they spent together, talking of nothing at all as though they had all the time in the world. She tries to cheer herself with the thought of the child that will be hers soon enough, but she keeps thinking of Andromache and wondering what happened to her.

Current Mood: depressed