@sebastian.smokes.lol

He's lounging outside Robin's house, waiting for her to open so he can grab some supplies.

A noise at the door makes his head turn, drawing his attention.

There's a subtle flicker in the corner as Cassiel appears, glancing behind himself momentarily to check he hasn't been followed.

He's just about to move and block Max's path when he feels a lash of links secure itself around his neck.

His expression hardens, frustration evident.

"...Rude."

As the lights drench his body, Cassiel sees into the Black and White.

He stares in awe, struggling to process what he's witnessing. It's unlike anything he's ever seen before.

Richie fades from his view, far too human for the sights his mind is now attempting to format.

Morning stretches~

It's no surprise that he feels a little more shy with her around when it comes to his sexier shots.

He toys with his waistband, glancing back at her as he tries to tell himself that if the world can see him naked, one person shouldn't be a problem, but...

"Come on," Raph huffs impatiently. "Off."

The shoot itself is fairly uneventful. Cas smiles for his photographs, poses as directed, and looks wholly like he's enjoying himself.

But between the aperture's closure and the preparation for his next style, his smile drops.

Only to return in full force for the next performance.

He missed Seductive Sunday, so he's making a new thing; muscle Monday.

"Go Nighthawks! Woo!"

Cassiel had been at the end of conversation before Richie spoke, and his attention flicks to the mascot immediately as he offers the hint of a smile.

"Oh, hey Richie. Great game today, you really kept spirits up."

He's not in a good mood, [ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] had better be careful.

He stills, her words cutting him to the core.

Exhaling softly, he gets up and makes his way to the door, a single tear spilling down his cheek. She's saying what everyone else thinks, that's what he gets for trusting someone. He won't make that mistake again.

"Riiiiichiiie~"

Cassiel's voice grows louder, playful but with an underlying sinister note.

The lockers creak in response to a sudden pressure, and deep brown irises meet Richie's own as Cas emerges from behind them, his skin pale and eyes filled with intent.

"Great party," he comments »

» ahead with the plan.

Cas had run at the sign of the first ghost, leapt onto the nearest beam for safety, and... gone through the floor.

His voice could be heard echoing through Hatchetfield High as Richie Lipshitz stood alone, having just hit the showers after a big game.

"Riiiichie~"

|| @ilovebeingalive.bsky.social

AU where believing that Cas is a bully, Richie accidentally puts him in Max's place and he doesn't stay dead...

> When Sollux arrives back at the meeting place, you catch sight of him out of the corner of your eye, then turn and give him a bright smile.

> You feel Keats rumbling beside you, but you're not entirely sure why.

"Whoa, you guys got a lot of firewood!"

> You run over to try and help.

"Awesome!"

He's been at the party long enough that the drinks have kicked in and he is 𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘴𝘺.

For the record, he didn't collapse on the sofa, he just opted to sit down with all of his weight.