Dated to August 3

[fuck_it]

It's weird, how fast time can go by without you noticing it's done it. A year ago, Chris cut across streets, behind a church and its graveyard and found his own grave marker, sat there next to his brother's like it belonged. It was fucked, and it still is— he knows the markers are still there 'cause he's checked— but the day had turned out brilliant, in the end.

He doesn't know if he and Cissie ever would've kissed if it hadn't been for all that, so while it's fuckin' awful that it happened, he can't be angry about it, not really. He's got someone he loves now, more than almost anyone, and that probably wouldn't have happened without all that.

Chris turns up at Cassie's flat without calling ahead for once, two tambourines that he bought from that one store in one hand and flowers in the other. He can't remember the last time he brought someone flowers, but he should've done it before now.

He knocks on the door with his foot, since his hands are both full of stuff, but finds that it swings open, which is fuckin' weird.

"Cissie?" he calls, frowning, and walks in.

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[arrowette]

Regular arrows? Check. Trick arrows? Check. Bow restrung and ready to roll? Check, check and doublecheck. Everything was just about ready for Cissie to patrol tonight. The fact that it was her and Chris's one year anniversary had slipped by the wayside - not on purpose or anything like that - it was just that between an unusually crazy day at work and anticipation about tonight, everything else had flown out of her head.

She finished pulling her hair into a ponytail then bent down to sling her quiver on her back. She was already in her dark maroon leather jacket and pants that served as her costume so the only thing left was the mask. She reached over to take it from the table then froze as she heard the door open.

She turned around to see Chris and her stomach turned over as she saw him, tambourines and flowers in hand.

This? This was bad. Very bad.