Re: Capital Rooftops: Cat & Sasha
Cat chuckled when her sister swore. No, they didn't look alike. Well, they both had lots of hair? But somehow she didn't think that was enough for anyone to ever place them as relations. It could help, that, in a con. No one ever suspected there was a connection between them. And, well, the connection wasn't as deep as Cat would like it to be.
See, these days? She was willing to admit that she hadn't been a very good sister to Sasha. Oh, it wasn't deliberate. But she'd been ten when Sasha was born, already on her way out of the orphanage and into the Russian-run brothel. She'd checked on her sister as much as she could, but the age gap was wide. And a decade later? Cat was unwillingly volunteering for the government, convinced with the promise of eradication of her pesky pass. All that led to training by the Russian government, and those were long, lost years. Cat still didn't remember much about them, and she hadn't even remembered her name while she was living those dark days. Which meant? That she'd lost track of everything and everyone. Her sister, her daughter, Bruce, all forgotten.
And that? That was the kind of thing that made her head hurt, if she thought about it for too long. If you forget everything, then what were you?
Nothing.
But that was the past, and this was now, and Cat really wanted to make things work with her sister. It was the reason Cat had let Reece off the hook, and it was the reason she'd invited Sasha to move in above the bar, and it was the reason she was here. She wanted this fresh start, and maybe she didn't deserve it. But she was born in a world where you went after things, even if you didn't deserve them. And this? It wasn't any different.
As for Reece? Not her boyfriend. She knew Sasha didn't buy that, but she would, eventually. See, Cat? She was tired of men, of the hurt that came with them. Twenty years with Bruce, and he visited complete strangers before even letting her know he was alive. And Robert? Well, Robert was a name better forgotten.
So, here they were, and Cat chuckled at the quip about yellow gloves. "Yellow? Is not my color."
But maybe, maybe she hesitated just a little, just long enough to watch Sasha execute that flip. She chuckled again, and then she was off. And, alright, maybe she'd given her sister a headstart? But she wasn't going to just give this away. No, once she started running and flipping, she was lost to it. The whip of wind, the feel of rooftops under her feet, and she was flying.