Cassidy and Whiskey

“Cass, umbrella?” Whiskey smiled as the smaller cat spun in place to grab the umbrella she’d insisted on leaving in the bucket at the front of the store instead of taking it to the little table they’d been at. The cafe was busier than they’d expected but then, it was the weekend. Most people hadn’t brought an umbrella, probably getting to the cafe before the light rain started. It wasn’t spitting anymore though. The rain was coming down pretty heavy, and several people had head out before them or grumbled and ordered another beverage. The cafe was kinda nerdy, they had a little library of comics and manga, but it was also quite comfortable. None of that minimalist, cold and stark vibe that some establishments insisted on. It was a log house originally if the server was correct, and Whiskey could see it. It was on the edge of town closest to their place, so the two of them visited it more frequently… though Whiskey suspected it had a lot to do with the comics Cassidy was so enamoured with. “Okay-” The light furred cat was at her side again, “Let’s do this.” “We can just head home if you’d rather…” “And be stuck in the house with no art supplies?” She scoffed as Whiskey opened the door, bell jingling overhead, “Fat chance.” The tall woman shrugged before she ducked through the doorway. But then, Whiskey wasn’t really the artsy type. Cassidy opened the umbrella under the porch, looking to Whiskey with a frown. “What?” “There’s no way I’m going to be able to hold this up over both of us.” The Maine Coon grinned, “Give it here shorty.” Cass rolled her eyes and held the handle towards her partner as she cuddled up beside her, linking their arms so she wouldn’t get rained on.

Cassidy was a woman of few needs. She liked some creature comforts, of course, who didn’t? But… walking in the rain with Whiskey… nothing else seemed to matter in that moment. They liked to tease each other, and gods, Whiskey could yell like no one’s business - They both came from violent upbringings but each responded differently. Whiskey yelled. A lot. Her voice raised without her realising it a lot of the time. Cassidy could handle that, was used to it. Kinda fucked up maybe, but Cass knew how to deal with yelling. She didn’t know how to deal with physical confrontation. She knew how to fight or, at the very least, how to sustain the least amount of damage. Her uncle taught her that. Fucker. But with Whiskey… She had never felt more safe than with her parital demi-goddess girlfriend. Her soulmate. Cass snuck a glance at Whiskey’s face. The grey furred jawline as side of her eye was all she saw from this angle. Whiskey was powerful. Not, like, goddess powers, but just sheer strength of person which outmatched her physical strength. Whiskey would call her a sap, she was sure.

They made it to the art supply shop with no trouble, Whiskey’s careful positioning of the umbrella insured that. The Maine Coon tied up the umbrella as Cass breathed in the store. It was bright, LED lights highlighting the stacks of canvases, paints, pencils, and other art supplies. Absolute heaven. They had new coloured pencils on a display at the front, and she felt herself drawn to them by some sort of magical force. They had good grip, Cass thought as she picked up a tester pencil, and oh… Oh it wrote like butter. It was such a smooth line it felt unreal. She picked up another colour, checking to see how they blended and the opacity. “Found something already?” Whiskey’s voice was in her ear, and Cass turned, smiling. “These pencil crayons are something else! Do you want to try?” “I’m good thanks.” Whiskey held up both enormous paws, “Bit beyond my dexterity levels.” “Oh…” “Listen, I’m going to wait outside.” “Okay… If you’re sure.” Whiskey nodded and headed for the door, leaving Cassidy inside. The rain was still pelting down, and the demi-goddess sighed as she leaned against the building. Safe from the deluge from the awning, she let her mind wander. They hadn’t been together that long. Not long at all in the grand scheme of things. So it wasn’t really surprising that there were… hiccups. Bumps in the road. Like all relationships, Whiskey mused. Soul Mates or not, they were not one person. They each had their own ideas and baggage. Sometimes it was difficult to articulate what exactly put Whiskey off. She didn’t even know sometimes. Perhaps it was her heritage. She blamed her birth for a lot of things, but she knew that she was in charge of her own destiny. It was just frustrating. Cass was so good and… Well… sometimes it was hard to think that they were soul mates because Whiskey wasn’t good. Not like Cass. Whiskey knew in her heart that she was better than her biological mother - but was she good enough for her soul mate? She tried to be. Stars above knew that she tried. Cass came from a broken home, but Whiskey came from a broken… everything.