#catalinacavalry

[patisserism-blog]

@stupidsexymustang / @catalinacavalry ♥’ed for a starter

         Aha! Lea had spotted the last baguette on display at the market. Normally she would bring home any left over bread she had prepared at work early that day. However due to sudden increase of customers in the passing days, the left over bread Lea had grown so accustomed to taking home was becoming more of a rare occurrence. Lea smiled to herself. What were the odds that she would get the last loaf of bread just before the shop was closing? She merrily reached out to grab it, but noticed the another pair of hands reaching for the item as well. Lea recoiled her hand quickly and turned and was faced with another woman. She too must have noticed the last of the bread and also desired to nab it before anyone else took it.

She cocked her head to the side and smiled.  ❝ I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there. Go ahead and take it. ❞

[hisquccn]

@catalinacavalry

“Rebecca, it’s been a while.” She commented, catching her friend in passing. “We need to have dinner, it seems there are quite a few life events I need catching up on.” 

Riza smiled at her friend. She didn’t think it’d happen, but imagining it now she admitted to herself, Rebecca and Jean make a cute couple. “Namely the Havoc in your life.”

[chevaleer-blog]

          Once all was said and done, Jean hadn’t been left in the best condition. Crippled, depressed, and out of service. But his lease of life returned to him once the power of the philosophers stone had been used to cure his paralysis. It took him time, a lot of time, but eventually his legs regained their strength, and with them his confidence. He’d only been drafted back in on regular duties with the Amestrian armed forces for a few weeks now but it was as if nothing had ever changed. The scars hadn’t cleared up, though the internals had; two circles clear as day on his lower back - a permanent brand of his harshest defeat. 

          But this was a new day. New month. Hell it felt like a new life. His cigarette hung limp in his mouth like the permanent fixture it had become over the years. Armed with a spring in his step (not literally, he’d never be caught dead) and a surge of confidence that came from... who knows where, he strolled down the hall in search of his target. She shouldn’t have been hard to find, usually he could hear her half a mile away...

[knight-without-armor]

[ @catalinacavalry continued from here]

The man could not believe the sight. “I don’t mind at all, you look a lot better in it than I do.” His voice was sleepy as he stretched, yawning, “Hm.. what time is it? I’m sorry for falling asleep on you, I don’t tend to do that.” The blonde man smiled at her before sitting up straight to roll his shoulders back, his eyes admiring her, “It is nice, however, to be able to wake up to such a beautiful sight.”

[knight-without-armor]

{ @catalinacavalry​: RP continued from here }

After pulling her into his dimly lit living room, he took hold of her face with his hands, cradling her cheeks, pressing several affectionate kisses across her face. “You can stay tonight, and as many nights and days as you need for you to feel safe. As many days and nights as you want.”

When the dark haired woman began to open up, Jean found his heart aching. To imagine the woman he cared so deeply about in any form of pain or ever hurt, caused him pain too. He couldn’t believe anyone would ever treat anyone, let alone such a wonderful person so badly, it left her with nightmares. Seeing her so hurt, so tired, he carefully placed both hands on her arms, fingers trailing up her forearms gently, then back down, “Rebecca Catalina, I will never let anyone hurt you ever again. No harm will come to you and I’ll put my all into protecting you. With me, you are and will always be safe, whether you’re awake or asleep. I’ll chase away any bad dreams, I will comfort you and I will make you happy.”

Now, he tried to give her a light smile, his hand cupping the side of her face, his thumb brushing over her lips, his voice lowering to a whisper, “And that, my dear, is a promise.” He ended his sentence by pressing his lips to hers, hugging her close to him after. “Are you ready to try to get ready for bed again and sleep, or would you like to stay up awhile? You can shower if you’d like, I can make you something warm to eat or drink.. whatever you need.”

[crierhavok-blog]

"That was a good shot." - catalinacavalry (compliments meme)

“That’s not the best I could do, but I appreciate the compliment.” 

Honestly, since he got back to the military, he realized he’d become rusty with his skills. That would be expected, though, seeing as he’d been in a wheelchair for several months...unable to do anything on his feet. 

Now that he could, however... 

“One of these days I’ll get back to how good I was before I left the military.”