Sparks

Sunday nights in their household were an odd mix of chaos and comfort. A delicate balance of Adrielle’s unhinged energy and Cassandra’s futile attempts to maintain order.

The house smelled faintly of vanilla from the scented candle burning on the coffee table, a signature of Adrielle’s insistence that their home should always feel warm, despite the occasional chill of Cassandra’s hyper focused, workaholic energy. Cassandra’s playlist carefully made by Adrielle played in the background, an unspoken compromise between Cassandra’s love for ambiance and Adrielle’s tendency to fill silences with whatever chaotic energy she had left at the end of the day.

Cassandra stood by the kitchen counter, dressed in a silk robe, stirring a mug of coffee, her second for the night while Adrielle lay sprawled across the couch, flipping through channels with a level of indecision that was both impressive and infuriating.

Perched by the windowsill, Atticus, sat like a dignitary overseeing his kingdom. His sleek gray coat gleamed under the dim lighting, his golden eyes glowing with judgment as he flicked his tail with leisurely disinterest. Meanwhile, Yuki, had claimed most of the couch, her large, fluffy form stretched out comfortably, head resting on Adrielle’s legs as if indulging her whims with patient tolerance.

Cassandra glanced up as yet another channel changed. Click. Click. Click.

“Are you going to keep pressing buttons, or are you actually going to watch something?” Cassandra asked without looking up, bringing the mug to her lips.

Adrielle sighed dramatically, letting the remote fall onto her stomach. “Nothing good is on.”

Cassandra raised a brow. “We have, what, five different streaming subscriptions, and you’re telling me there’s nothing to watch?”

Adrielle turned her head lazily, eyes locking onto Cassandra’s. “Why do we even pay for all of those when you only watch documentaries about corporate scandals and overpriced real estate?”

"Because I have taste, Adrielle," Cassandra deadpanned, walking over to sit on the armrest of the couch. "Meanwhile, you rewatch the same three sitcoms and somehow still laugh at the jokes like it's your first time hearing them."

Adrielle gasped. "Those are classics. Besides, I need my comfort shows. Unlike someone who spends their time watching how billionaires commit fraud and get away with it.”

Cassandra took a slow sip of her coffee. "It's educational."

"It's depressing."

"So is your taste in reality TV."

Cassandra, having long since mastered the art of anticipating her wife's dramatics, caught it effortlessly with one hand, barely blinking.

From his windowsill throne, Atticus flicked his tail, unimpressed. Yuki let out a long, slow exhale, as if sighing at the predictability of human nonsense.

“You’re lucky I love you,” Adrielle muttered.

Cassandra hummed, feigning thought. “Lucky is one way to put it.”

Adrielle rolled her eyes before abruptly sitting up. “Ooh! Let’s answer one of those trending couple questionnaires.”

Cassandra sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Again?”

“Yes, again! The internet must know we are iconic!” Adrielle declared, already reaching for her phone.

Cassandra, recognizing the battle was already lost, exhaled through her nose and pushed away from armrest. "Fine. But at least let me get comfortable first."

Adrielle was already bouncing after her as they made their way to the bedroom, Yuki following at a much more dignified pace, her tail swishing gracefully behind her.

The bedroom was dimly lit, cozy in a way that made Cassandra want to wrap herself in her silk sheets and disappear under them, but she knew Adrielle wouldn’t allow such peace just yet. 

Adrielle dramatically flopped onto the mattress beside her, scrolling through her phone. "Okay, first question—"

"Can we at least get comfortable first?" Cassandra cut in.

Adrielle immediately rolled onto Cassandra’s side of the bed.

Cassandra sighed, giving her a pointed look. "You have your own side, you know."

"Yes, but your side is warm," Adrielle said simply, snuggling closer.

Cassandra rolled her eyes but didn’t push her away. Instead, she reached for her phone, her voice dry. "Fine. Let’s get this over with."

And just like that, their usual chaos began again.

Cassandra sat cross legged on their bed, glasses perched on her nose, scrolling through the questionnaire on her phone with the focused expression of someone reviewing a high stakes contract. Beside her, Adrielle lay sprawled on her stomach, lazily poking Cassandra’s thigh every few seconds like an attention-seeking cat.

"Next question," Cassandra muttered, barely sparing Adrielle a glance. "What brings us together?"

Adrielle stretched dramatically, her smirk evident even in her half lidded gaze. "Fate. Destiny. A cosmic pull so strong even the gods had to acknowledge our—"

"My patience running out," Cassandra deadpanned, giving her a pointed look over the rim of her glasses.

Adrielle gasped, clutching her chest as if she had been personally victimized. "How dare you?!"

"I dare because I lived it," Cassandra replied dryly, scrolling further. "You, being insufferable. Me, trying to ignore it. You, refusing to let me ignore it."

"Denial is a disease, Cassandra. I was simply the cure." Adrielle grinned, shifting closer until her chin rested on Cassandra’s knee.

Cassandra sighed, but her fingers instinctively found their way into Adrielle’s hair, brushing through the soft strands. Adrielle hummed in satisfaction, eyes fluttering shut. "Fine, fine. Real answer? You got tired of running, and I got tired of waiting."

Cassandra’s lips pressed into a thin line. Annoyingly accurate.

She cleared her throat. "Next. What’s the appeal?"

Adrielle propped herself up on her elbows, smirking. "Obviously, I’m funny, gorgeous, and my rizz is unmatched."

Cassandra blinked slowly. "I hate when you talk like that."

"And yet," Adrielle grinned, "you married me."

"A lapse in judgment," Cassandra sighed, adjusting her glasses. "Real answer? You make everything fun."

Adrielle opened her mouth to gloat, but—

"And you’re hot."

A beat.

Adrielle blinked. Then blinked again.

"WAIT. SAY THAT AGAIN?"

Cassandra immediately regretted everything. "Forget it."

"NOPE, TOO LATE." Adrielle launched herself at Cassandra, practically vibrating.

"GET OFF ME—!"

"Say it again, or I’ll make you say it," Adrielle cackled, wrapping herself around Cassandra like a koala.

"I HATE THIS MARRIAGE."

Adrielle dropped a victorious kiss onto Cassandra’s cheek before finally releasing her.

Cassandra huffed, fixing her now messy hair. "Next question," she muttered. "How did we meet?"

Adrielle groaned loudly, flopping onto her back. "Ugh, don’t remind me. You were so annoying."

"I was annoying?" Cassandra scoffed. "You were loud."

"Excuse me, I walked into business school, minding my own business—"

"—and immediately challenged me to a debate," Cassandra finished, unimpressed.

"Because you looked at me like I wasn’t worth your time!" Adrielle accused.

"Because you weren’t," Cassandra smirked.

Adrielle gasped dramatically. "YOU TAKE THAT BACK—!"

"And yet, here we are. Married," Cassandra said smugly, placing her phone on the bedside table. "Seems like I won after all."

Adrielle narrowed her eyes before suddenly straddling Cassandra, pinning her down. "You think you won?"

"I know I won."

Adrielle leaned in, their noses almost touching. "Say I wasn’t worth your time one more time, Cassandra Sy."

Cassandra smirked. "Make me."

And just like that, the questionnaire was abandoned, laughter echoing through their home as their usual chaos unfolded. Meanwhile, Atticus strolled in, leapt onto Cassandra's nightstand, and curled up like a miniature king claiming his throne. Yuki, having deemed their antics beneath her, gracefully hopped onto the bed and settled at their feet.