Music rec: Tragic- Tommee Profitt & fleurie,
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"Foolish," he remarked, unhappy with her words. It was clear that once she had seen through him, this made him uncomfortable. Cassius let go of her face and stood from the bath, "Do you really see me as me? Or as an ideal Cassius you wish to see?"
She looked to him, now her eyebrows taut on her forehead, "I'm trying to see you as you."
Cassius scoffs, "Seems like you do have such a bad eyes, birdie," and he turns into his grinning self, the Cassius who doesn't look at people as creatures but as a foolish puppet. "Finish your bath, then walk out."
