Thread: The Day the Lights Went Out [Langschwert x Cal]

She was sufficiently embarrassed when he corrected her about the Japanese ways of warfare. It was clear she was not as educated as Michael, and her attempt at adding something intelligent to the conversation really seemed to backfire right into her face. Catherine was muted into silence, and would remain just that for most of the conversation. Shed listen quietly to Michael, even when he mentioned that she and her family would be asked to travel with the group. The only indication that she understood what he was talking about, was the way her brows raised slightly and her eyes widened a tad. It wasnt until he presented the short sword that Catherine reacted. Her eyes were drawn to it instantly, at first with suspicion, but with growing interest once more. She still believed that guns were a much preferred weapon, but after the debacle in the kitchen with her dads shotgun, she started to lose faith. Perhaps this wasnt so bad after all. She did seemingly perk up when her eyes roamed over the blade and he presented it to her. Gingerly, she took it into her hands, before her eyes snapped back up to Michael, shooting him a look as if to say Youve got to be fucking kidding me. Instead she went for a scoff What, me? I dont think so. Yet she still held the blade in her hands, turning it with her slender fingers, examining it closely. Entranced. Her words not quite meeting her actions and words. And then Michael shot her another one of those disarming grins, but this time she seemed a bit more prepared. This time, she wasnt muted into silence completely, and much quicker to recover. A light blush hinted as her cheeks, even as she had her retort ready. Pff. Keep dreaming. Granted it wasnt a very clever or witty retort, it was a retort none the less. The words lacked their usual venom and conviction, though. Her thoughts, in all honesty, were elsewhere. They strayed to Michaels previous words, and he would be able to watch how her eyes focused upon the darkness once more. If what he said was true, they had no other option than to go with them. If what he said was true, the road would be perilous, and she wasnt entirely sure if her father would survive the journey. She bit down on her bottom lip briefly again, chewing on the fullness for a second before she darted her tongue out to wet her lips. It was once again made clear to her that the life she knew was over and for a second she felt overcome with an overwhelming sense of loneliness. Slowly she focused her eyes back upon the blade and unsheathed it halfway, pulling the sharp short sword from its sheath, but not in its entirety. She did not possess the proper knowledge to fully appreciate the craftsmanship, but it was a gift. A gift she didnt deserve. Thank you for this.. youre better off giving it to someone else though. It was blatantly clear she had grown up in the city. The way she carried herself. The way she pronounced certain words. The idea of Catherine with a blade was just silly. And dangerous for all the wrong reasons. Still.. it wouldnt hurt if she could protect her family. Her father was too old, her sisters too young. Somewhere, a voice in the back of her mind told her that she shouldnt have to, that she was just a child herself. However, the more she held the blade, the more it felt comfortable in her hands, the more she enjoyed turning it around, her fingers brushing against the hilt, before she sheathed the blade again. Fascination shone brightly in her eyes, and for a moment, she seemed to lose the pretense of being a stuck up little brat. She raised her head again to watch Michael and, after a moment of keeping her eyes locked with his, she put the blade aside carefully. Without a warning she inched closer to Michael, closing the short distance between the two. Catherine kept her eyes upon his carefully, tilting her head to the side. She was sure that he was young, even though he was a few years her superior. Still, his gray eyes drew her in, the way his lips curled into a grin made her weak kneed, and the image of Michael in nothing but those jeans was firmly imprinted on her mind. She felt her own lips tug into a grin then, and she inched closer still. Their faces suddenly close, she could feel the heat radiate from his body. There was but an inch or two between their noses, and Catherine was afraid he might be able to hear the way her heart beat in her chest. Then, she simply wrapped her arms around his neck to give him a simple hug. Her smaller body pressed against his briefly, before she pulled back after mere seconds. Thank you, Michael their faces close still, a small grin curled along her lips, a coy smile. Thank you for saving us, truly. And then she pulled away completely, her warmth disappearing with her. Keep that one safe for me until tomorrow, will you? She motioned to the blade. Her blade, now. If Michael did not interrupt her, or say another thing, Catherine would go back to her tent and she would not emerge until dawn.