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Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 16, 2014 2:47:25 GMT
The way he held onto her, and the way he kept talking about her in those ... one could almost call it 'adoring ways' if they didn't know him any better. It made her warm and fuzzy inside and it made her wishful for things she didn't believe were even possible. Danny had warned her, she had warned herself. Why hadn't she been convinced yet that this was a bad idea? "I did kick her out," she reminded him, then she gave a slow smile and added "of course, right afterwards I kicked you out too, so really its not saying much." Getting serious again she watched him, and some of her outer shell crumbled.
"Show me you can be careful with something indestructible before I give you something so fragile to play with..."
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Levi purses his lips at the blonde infront of him. It's not like she wasn't speaking the truth, cause boy, so far it's been like an emotional rollar coaster's of yeah you can come in! to but you're going out the window! and he's not so sure about all of that non-sense. "I was going to stay, but it looked like you could barely keep your skin on so I figured for your own good, I should have left." He pulls his head back to look down at her for a moment as she's in her one of a kind form. "You know it's funny, but people have a tendency, or at least I, to think of glass when someone says the word 'fragile' and is it really as bad as what you think it means? I mean, sure if it's in the wrong hands and someone drops it, it's gonna shatter, but glass is very malleable under a lot of heat, and pressure. Smith's can change the shape, and form of it, effectively changing the function. Perhaps I'm the artist you need to harden your glass." He rolls his nose as he scratches it without hands. "Or you know, I'll push you out of the bed because you have cold feet. Whichever works."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 16, 2014 3:17:24 GMT
"It's not me I'm worried about getting cold feet," she answered back. Queens, this game they played, it was exhausting, but she'd rather be in it then without it.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
"Heh? You're worried about the guy who does before giving any thought how to do it?" He gives a little smirk towards her and steps away from her, off to the side of the ship again. He leans against the railing, his hands at his sides as he places his weight on the material. "What are you scared I won't do. I wanna know. You have my interest."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 16, 2014 3:29:22 GMT
"Oh no, uhuh, You don't really expect me to answer that?" She said, bidding her time. No way would she just put her genuine fears right out there for him to make real. Not a chance. Instead she walked toward the cable securing the blimp portion of the airship to the deck. Wrapping her hand around the cord, she swung lazily from side to side and dangled off kilter to look at him from a sideways angle.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
"I figured I'd trade you a kiss for it." he offers back to her after her statement, watching her with curious eyes as she walks over, and begins fiddling with the rope. He looks forward to the spot where she once stood, his eyes watching the distance as the water kissed the sky at the horizon. "You know if you go overboard, I can't do anything to help'ya. So why don'tcha come over here and tell me what's bothering you?" He says, in a charming tone.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 16, 2014 3:37:30 GMT
The idea that he'd still want to kiss her, even after he'd seen Commander Skye do just that, was surprising. Though perhaps it shouldn't have been. Levi once told her he wouldn't mind sharing, but whether or not it was her imagination, he seemed less enthused by the idea when Faolan showed up at Danny's house that day. She stopped leaning off the rope and instead leaned into it, her hands cushioning her cheek against the rigid texture. "Why don't you come to me instead?" She asked gently.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Offers a light shrug of his shoulders as his face contorts into an expression of enjoyment. "Because I'll push you." he says as he turns his head to Caitlin, offering a soft smile before pushing himself off the rail and over to the girl, his face now turning into a grin as he comes up beside her. He places his elbows on the side and looks over at her with a hungering look in his eyes. "Do you prefer to jump head, or feet first."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 16, 2014 3:44:50 GMT
"Into the water? NO thank you, I'd prefer to stay dry. and alive, besides," she moved away from the edge just in case he really did try and push her. Playfulness might end in tragedy. The hungering look didn't escape her notice, and it only tormented her that much more. It wasn't fair he could look so invested in their emotions while she had to hide hers. "Sometimes I think I hate you," she told him, but without any venom to her voice. "Other times I think the opposite. You are the worst kind of trouble, and the very best at it too." She smiled, despite herself. The implied confession was the best he was going to get out of her.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
When Caitlin moves away from the rope, Levi stands and stretches, locking his fingers together behind his head as she talks, adding in a "drat straight." when she mentions him being the very best at something. "They say you gotta love someone before you hate them. Poison never felt so good until we brewed it and named it. What do you think the shipmates call us? As often as I leave you to storm off with a red face and a sour attitude, they must be coming up with something." He drops his hands to his side, sliding them into his pockets but only leaving his thumbs out as he continues. "And if you really hated me, you would've taste tested me so I would've been gone already."
Last Edit: Sept 16, 2014 3:51:57 GMT by Levi Küper
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 16, 2014 3:55:08 GMT
"if you really hated me, you would've taste tested me so I would've been gone already."
Her face scrunched up like she'd whiffed sour milk. "long gone" was the fear she didn't want to admit, and he'd basically just confirmed it. Each time he did was a like a knife in her chest. "I don't have to bite into rotten fruit to know its foul, the signs are all there worn on the outside, the peel discoloring, the firmness wilting away. When the threat speaks in volumes, I listen and I learn, without dirtying my hands." She was no longer mooning over him, she was fuming again.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Hmmph. Is that really it? She really does live in a fantasy tale. "Did I strike a cord?" Catboy asks into the steaming air, as Caitlin turns red from toe to head like a thermometer set in scolding water. "You hate me, but you don't." He says as he takes a step towards her. "You're fragile, yet willing to let me bend you." Knock, his foot comes down on the wood with a heavy thunk. "And it seems, as past foretells, you want me as far away from you as possible." His feet shuffle a step closer in a quick two-tap step forward. "...but you want to keep me for as long as you live. Don't you?" His boots don't make a sound this time, the man already standing in front of Caitlin.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 16, 2014 4:12:09 GMT
with each word and each step forward that he took, she paled a little more. He was dancing all over her heart with his mockery and she felt panicky inside. Finally he was right there, and he dared to say it. It wasn't fair. She should be the one in charge, alluding to his aspirations and grinning with confidence, not the other way around. She thought she had something to offer him that he wanted, something that they both could walk away from unharmed, but he brushed the notion of captaincy aside and struck for blood. Black blood. Her blood. She felt a tremble in her body and her hands were shaking. She balled them into fist and glued them straight down to her sides. Standing as tall as she could, still 4 inches shorter than himself, she tipped her chin up and met him gaze for steely gaze. It took her a moment though to speak.
"Every captain wants to keep their crew for all their days," she answered ambiguously. "And when did I ever say that, that I was willing to let you.. let you bend me?" A tear leaked from her watery eyes, causing her to stutter her words. She broke away eye contact and stared over the edge of the ship. "Yes Levi. You struck a cord. Happy?"
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
As Caitlin bubbles up emotion to form them into words, Levi watches her movements, making herself seem taller, and larger as if the boy was some threat she was trying to scare off, and perhaps he was. His eyes kept in lock with Caitlin's as she spoke, and as the a single tear rolled down her eyes and she turned away from his view to speak her final statement. He nods once to himself, placing a hand on her neck, resting his thumb on her bottom jaw as he gently brushes over it in a soothing fashion. "Of course I'm happy, every musician likes to hear the music they play, and my finger's have kept tension in the lines for quite awhile. It was about time I hear the dove sing." He's not heartless, so he keeps his expression locked into a look of curiosity, if he smiled now, he's pretty sure he'd get shoved over the edge. "Now was that hard to say?" He places his empty hand onto her hip, ready to embrace into a hug if need be.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 17, 2014 19:41:59 GMT
She wanted to cry. She wanted to fall against his chest and bury her face in his coat to shed miles of tears for the things they would only talk about in triviality, never taking themselves too serious. She was his captain though, or at least she was supposed to be. She couldn't allow herself to fall to pieces, not in front of her first mate Juniper in the sky, or Harold on the sea, not in front of her own father at their estate, so definitely - definitely not in front of this rogue who twisted her heart even with his most gentle words.
She let out a laugh that sounded somewhat like a sob, then wiped at her eyes, never pulling out of his grip on her hips. Caitlin smiled faintly and gazed up at him again. "Do you remember what you said to me, that day you left my cabin?" she asked him.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
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