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//going on holiday for two weeks. No wifi or anything, which means no tumblr. And I know I've only just restarted Cato earlier, it sucks imma have to leave him again for so long. But anyway, um, don't unfollow please? And fill my askbox for when I get back? Questions/anons/m!as/starters /whatever! Please! Thaaanks, and I will see you when I'm back. Major love.
Doctors Appointment || Clove and Cato
I bite my lip, “Fine…” I look out the window again and think for a moment, trying to think of something edgy, but pretty at the same time, “What about Elora? Or Delilah? Isla?” I shrug, “I dont know, Cato Im bad at this sort of thing..”
“No you’re not. They’re really nice names.” I think for a moment, chewing on my lip. “I like Delilah. I think it’s perfect.” I nod to myself, hands gripping the wheel as I drive quickly, licking my lips.Â
I grin at you, “Really? I like it too… and I like Sadie.. I like Sadie a lot.” I watch you as you drive, only half concentrating. “What in the world are you thinking about?” I raise an eyebrow at you as we pull up at the doctors.
I nod. "Sadie's beautiful too." I sigh and shrug. "Nothing in particular. Mostly focusing on not crashing. But everything's kinda... running around my brain at the moment, in a mixture of nerves, excitement, sacredness.. I dunno." I admit, not taking my eyes of the road.
Doctors Appointment || Clove and Cato
I roll my eyes at you, “Well I dont want to boost your already inflated ego, but yes, you do look hot when you smile..” I squeeze your hand tightly, “For the record I am not worried… I know everything is going to be okay, okay?”
I laugh. “I know I do.” I wink quickly, then nod as I run my thumb gently over your knuckles. “Good. It will be. Come on, or we’re gonna be late.” I gently pull you towards the door, grabbing the car keys and shutting the door as I lock it behind us. I jump in the car, reluctantly letting go of your hand and starting the engine.Â
I sigh when you release my hand and get into the car, I feel anxious, and sit one hand on your knee before looking out the window, “Pick a name, baby. Any name..”
I take a deep breath, grinding my teeth together slightly as I look ahead. “I picked last time. It’s your turn.” I take one hand off the wheel and gently rub your hand briefly, a slight smile on my lips, before quickly placing it back on the wheel.
I bite my lip, “Fine…” I look out the window again and think for a moment, trying to think of something edgy, but pretty at the same time, “What about Elora? Or Delilah? Isla?” I shrug, “I dont know, Cato Im bad at this sort of thing..”
"No you're not. They're really nice names." I think for a moment, chewing on my lip. "I like Delilah. I think it's perfect." I nod to myself, hands gripping the wheel as I drive quickly, licking my lips.Â
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come off anon and maybe i'll tell you, idk.
Doctors Appointment || Clove and Cato
I roll my eyes at you, “Well I dont want to boost your already inflated ego, but yes, you do look hot when you smile..” I squeeze your hand tightly, “For the record I am not worried… I know everything is going to be okay, okay?”
I laugh. “I know I do.” I wink quickly, then nod as I run my thumb gently over your knuckles. “Good. It will be. Come on, or we’re gonna be late.” I gently pull you towards the door, grabbing the car keys and shutting the door as I lock it behind us. I jump in the car, reluctantly letting go of your hand and starting the engine.Â
I sigh when you release my hand and get into the car, I feel anxious, and sit one hand on your knee before looking out the window, “Pick a name, baby. Any name..”
I take a deep breath, grinding my teeth together slightly as I look ahead. "I picked last time. It's your turn." I take one hand off the wheel and gently rub your hand briefly, a slight smile on my lips, before quickly placing it back on the wheel.
so, where have you been?
ooc?
Doctors Appointment || Clove and Cato
I run down the stairs, grabbing a jacket from the banisters and glancing around for you. “Clove? You ready?” I shout, pulling on a pair of shoes and glance in the mirror, running a hand through my hair as I grin at myself.
I walk out of the downstairs bathroom, tying my hair into a pony tail, “Mmm” I nod and finish tying my hair up. “Whats got you in such a good mood..” I poke my tongue out at you, “I mean I understand why but…”
I shrug slightly. “I dunno. I just looked at myself in the mirror. I look hot when I smile.” I turn and grin at you, moving closer and gently kissing you, taking your hand in mine and squeezing it. “Don’t worry. It’ll be fine, ok?”
I roll my eyes at you, “Well I dont want to boost your already inflated ego, but yes, you do look hot when you smile..” I squeeze your hand tightly, “For the record I am not worried… I know everything is going to be okay, okay?”
I laugh. "I know I do." I wink quickly, then nod as I run my thumb gently over your knuckles. "Good. It will be. Come on, or we're gonna be late." I gently pull you towards the door, grabbing the car keys and shutting the door as I lock it behind us. I jump in the car, reluctantly letting go of your hand and starting the engine.Â
Clove.
I run down the stairs, grabbing a jacket from the banisters and glancing around for you. “Clove? You ready?” I shout, pulling on a pair of shoes and glance in the mirror, running a hand through my hair as I grin at myself.
I walk out of the downstairs bathroom, tying my hair into a pony tail, “Mmm” I nod and finish tying my hair up. “Whats got you in such a good mood..” I poke my tongue out at you, “I mean I understand why but…”
I shrug slightly. "I dunno. I just looked at myself in the mirror. I look hot when I smile." I turn and grin at you, moving closer and gently kissing you, taking your hand in mine and squeezing it. "Don't worry. It'll be fine, ok?"
Clove.
I run down the stairs, grabbing a jacket from the banisters and glancing around for you. "Clove? You ready?" I shout, pulling on a pair of shoes and glance in the mirror, running a hand through my hair as I grin at myself.
//HEY.
um. back for a short amount of time. sorry i haven't been on in ages. thanks for the new followers. I've kinda lost a lot of followers... -le shrug-Â
missed cato a lot.
Cato || Katrina
Katrina sat on  her bed stareing up at the ceiling after a long and terrible day at the training centere. tears began to stream down her face as she looked at her wounded and bloody hand before placeing a pillow over her head.
Cato had been cooking downstairs, before realising he hadn’t heard the familiar clunks and bangs upstairs which meant Kat was dancing for a while. He frowns slightly, deciding to go check on her. He runs up the stairs, hoping she’s just fallen asleep. He knocks on her door, opening the door. He sees her laying with a pillow over her head, and goes to sit on the bed, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Kat? What’s wrong?” He notices the bloody hand and purses his lips, looking at her to give him answers.
at the sound of her brothers voice she curled up into a ball on her bed. her skin was pasty white and her lips were purple. it was clear as day that she wasn’t well. “Cato-ey?…” she asked meekly “i got in a bad fight at training today….with a big kid…it hurts a ton!!!”
He lets out a long sigh, his lips pressed tightly together in a thin white line. He tries to contain the anger that’s beginning to bubble inside him. He looks at her, taking in her pale skin and purple lips. He doesn’t know where to begin with the questions, taking in a deep, shaky breath. “Who was the kid? Do you know their name?” He asks quietly. “What did they do to you?”
Katrina was silent for a moment as she stared at her older brother, it was strange for her, she had never seen him so serious, so upset, so irate, in the whole seven years inwhich she had known him. Finally she got up from her bed and ran into his arms “s-some boy….Im not sure of his name…” she whimpered “h-he punched me in the tummy…and stabbed my hands…” she held up her gushing hands which had wounds straight through them “s-see?”
He sighs, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug. Anger courses through him, and he bites his lip, hard, until the metallic taste of blood fills his mouth. He continues taking deep breaths, pulling away and looking Katrina in the eyes. “Point him out to me tomorrow. I need to give him a piece of my mind.” He then takes her hand in his, inspecting the wound closely. “Right, this needs cleaning and bandaging. Bathroom.” He stands up, walking her into the bathroom and beginning to clean the wound with a cloth and water.Â
As Cato looked her in the eyes she bit her lip nervously, you see there was something she wasn’t telling him something. She nodded “just try to be nice to him okay?..” she said softly before following him to the bathroom and letting him dress her wound. Finally she couldn’t take it any longer “it wasn’t all his fault….he was just fighting back..” she told him “i punched him first because he called me weak……”
"I'm not promising anything." He says before they go to the bathroom. As she tells him the truth, his eyebrows raise and he focuses on dressing the wound. "Well... you shouldn't have punched him... that wasn't a smart move." He sighs loudly. "You're too much like me for your own good. But if he called you weak..." He shakes his head. "I'm not going easy on him." There's a gleam of determination in his eyes as he finishes dressing the wound and looks at her again. "You're not weak, okay? Never listen to anyone who calls you that."Â
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Katrina sat on  her bed stareing up at the ceiling after a long and terrible day at the training centere. tears began to stream down her face as she looked at her wounded and bloody hand before placeing a pillow over her head.
Cato had been cooking downstairs, before realising he hadn’t heard the familiar clunks and bangs upstairs which meant Kat was dancing for a while. He frowns slightly, deciding to go check on her. He runs up the stairs, hoping she’s just fallen asleep. He knocks on her door, opening the door. He sees her laying with a pillow over her head, and goes to sit on the bed, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Kat? What’s wrong?” He notices the bloody hand and purses his lips, looking at her to give him answers.
at the sound of her brothers voice she curled up into a ball on her bed. her skin was pasty white and her lips were purple. it was clear as day that she wasn’t well. “Cato-ey?…” she asked meekly “i got in a bad fight at training today….with a big kid…it hurts a ton!!!”
He lets out a long sigh, his lips pressed tightly together in a thin white line. He tries to contain the anger that’s beginning to bubble inside him. He looks at her, taking in her pale skin and purple lips. He doesn’t know where to begin with the questions, taking in a deep, shaky breath. “Who was the kid? Do you know their name?” He asks quietly. “What did they do to you?”
Katrina was silent for a moment as she stared at her older brother, it was strange for her, she had never seen him so serious, so upset, so irate, in the whole seven years inwhich she had known him. Finally she got up from her bed and ran into his arms “s-some boy….Im not sure of his name…” she whimpered “h-he punched me in the tummy…and stabbed my hands…” she held up her gushing hands which had wounds straight through them “s-see?”
He sighs, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug. Anger courses through him, and he bites his lip, hard, until the metallic taste of blood fills his mouth. He continues taking deep breaths, pulling away and looking Katrina in the eyes. "Point him out to me tomorrow. I need to give him a piece of my mind." He then takes her hand in his, inspecting the wound closely. "Right, this needs cleaning and bandaging. Bathroom." He stands up, walking her into the bathroom and beginning to clean the wound with a cloth and water.Â
//DELETING THIS ACCOUNT TOMORROW.
FUCK HELL NO YOU ARE NOT.Â
I smile at you and rest my forehead against yours, “You’re incredible, Have I ever told you that?”
I grin. “Probably. I am incredible, I know that!” I say jokingly, quickly pressing my lips to your again. “no, I’m far from incredible.” I sigh, looking deep into your eyes. “you’re more incredible than I am, you’re amazing.” I smile.
“I never said you were modest!” I laugh at you, “You are the incredible one, out of the two of us, Its you. It always was. and It always Will be!”
I shake my head. “No, Just shut up. I’m not, do I need to begin on the amount of times I’ve screwed up?!” I raise my eyebrows.
“No you don’t, But each time you’ve fixed things and each time we’ve made things better.” I rest my head against your shoulder and my arm across your chest.
I let out a long sigh, smiling slightly. “Yeah… things always work out in the end, thanks to you.” I lean in, pressing my lips against your hair in a gentle kiss.
I shake my head “If you say so…” i feel you kiss my head and can’t help but smile. I keep waiting for something bad to happen, today has been good, too good, as though I’m in a dream. All I know is that if this is a dream I never ever want to wake up.
I sigh, suddenly overcome with a wave of exhaustion. I briefly close my eyes, letting out a long sigh, every memory from today flashing in my head, and I shut them all off, focusing on the feeling of your body on mine, arms wrapped around each other.
I smile at you and rest my forehead against yours, “You’re incredible, Have I ever told you that?”
I grin. “Probably. I am incredible, I know that!” I say jokingly, quickly pressing my lips to your again. “no, I’m far from incredible.” I sigh, looking deep into your eyes. “you’re more incredible than I am, you’re amazing.” I smile.
“I never said you were modest!” I laugh at you, “You are the incredible one, out of the two of us, Its you. It always was. and It always Will be!”
I shake my head. “No, Just shut up. I’m not, do I need to begin on the amount of times I’ve screwed up?!” I raise my eyebrows.
“No you don’t, But each time you’ve fixed things and each time we’ve made things better.” I rest my head against your shoulder and my arm across your chest.
I let out a long sigh, smiling slightly. "Yeah... things always work out in the end, thanks to you." I lean in, pressing my lips against your hair in a gentle kiss.
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Katrina sat on  her bed stareing up at the ceiling after a long and terrible day at the training centere. tears began to stream down her face as she looked at her wounded and bloody hand before placeing a pillow over her head.
Cato had been cooking downstairs, before realising he hadn’t heard the familiar clunks and bangs upstairs which meant Kat was dancing for a while. He frowns slightly, deciding to go check on her. He runs up the stairs, hoping she’s just fallen asleep. He knocks on her door, opening the door. He sees her laying with a pillow over her head, and goes to sit on the bed, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Kat? What’s wrong?” He notices the bloody hand and purses his lips, looking at her to give him answers.
at the sound of her brothers voice she curled up into a ball on her bed. her skin was pasty white and her lips were purple. it was clear as day that she wasn’t well. “Cato-ey?…” she asked meekly “i got in a bad fight at training today….with a big kid…it hurts a ton!!!”
He lets out a long sigh, his lips pressed tightly together in a thin white line. He tries to contain the anger that's beginning to bubble inside him. He looks at her, taking in her pale skin and purple lips. He doesn't know where to begin with the questions, taking in a deep, shaky breath. "Who was the kid? Do you know their name?" He asks quietly. "What did they do to you?"
