Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 13, 2014 8:09:20 GMT
His finger in her hair made her want to rest her head on his shoulder. It didn't even bother her that he was shirtless. She'd come to realize he usually was when they were together. When he spoke, Caitlin really thought he was going to continue being obstinate but was relieved when he caved and got up to search for something. He returned with something that looked suspiciously too small but it was Danny's so she should have expected as much. Levi sat on the table in front of her so that their knees were almost touching. He told her to drop it, it being her current covering. Caitin nodded, who knew why, then she dropped the fur blanket. her hand went to the front of his coat and she paused.
"Take this," she said, swiveling sideways to face the back corner of the couch at a diagonal away from him. The jacket she let slide off her shoulder and arms, down her back and into his hands - or at least that's what she meant for to happen. The new burn marks on her back were raw and puckering pink against too white flesh. Her color was still very grim, not enough blood but that would take hours if not days to recover. "How bad is it?" She whispered, knowing his eyes must have at least glimpsed the forming scar.
Caitlin covered her chest with her arms and twisted to look him in the eyes. "Don't lie to me, there is a difference between a clean blade cutting flesh, and a fueled burn." She waited for him to answer, pursing her lips in a grim line. She didn't mind scars, really, but the idea of her back being burn marked was a little crushing. Her back would be ugly from now on. She felt tears stinging her eyes and she turned away from him so he couldn't see.
"I need to get dressed. Could you slide the shirt over my head and shoulders please?" She would put her hands in the sleeves when they reached her shoulders. It wouldn't fall on her, it was too tight for that, but it could be slid on with a little effort, particularly around the front.
"Take this," she said, swiveling sideways to face the back corner of the couch at a diagonal away from him. The jacket she let slide off her shoulder and arms, down her back and into his hands - or at least that's what she meant for to happen. The new burn marks on her back were raw and puckering pink against too white flesh. Her color was still very grim, not enough blood but that would take hours if not days to recover. "How bad is it?" She whispered, knowing his eyes must have at least glimpsed the forming scar.
Caitlin covered her chest with her arms and twisted to look him in the eyes. "Don't lie to me, there is a difference between a clean blade cutting flesh, and a fueled burn." She waited for him to answer, pursing her lips in a grim line. She didn't mind scars, really, but the idea of her back being burn marked was a little crushing. Her back would be ugly from now on. She felt tears stinging her eyes and she turned away from him so he couldn't see.
"I need to get dressed. Could you slide the shirt over my head and shoulders please?" She would put her hands in the sleeves when they reached her shoulders. It wouldn't fall on her, it was too tight for that, but it could be slid on with a little effort, particularly around the front.