Re: Triple C Brigade + The Dark Cavalry
[tagging out of order.. because I have to go for a bit.. :( ] No, there was no mistaking that Glaswegian accent, and those words. those words that he still heard from time to time in his nightmares. Words his drunk, abusive father shouted at him almost daily before, during, or after he'd beaten the shit out of him, usually. Callum's eyes widened and suddenly he'd realized what Catherine had meant by warning him to not touch her. He was only trying to help!
"I'm sorry," he managed. "I-I'm sorry," his brows furrowed, "I'm sorry, I-i didn't mean to." Was he sorry for touching Catherine? For interrupting the whatever was happening? Or was he apologizing to his father out of habit, like he'd done so many time before in his much younger life?
It was then that Elia batted his hands away from Catherine, and he fell back against the ground, bringing his hands up a bit to try and shield-- protect himself from whatever had just happened -- whatever WAS happening. Wincing, he glanced to Elia, and then back to Catherine, "Christ, I'm sorry. I-I don't know what to do!"