Re: B&B: Cat & Jack
See, they came from very different backgrounds. For Cat, the dark was safe, the night was safe. It was her home, that lack of light. It was the place where her feet felt like they were on solid ground, and it was this daylight that was hard to accustom herself to. Well, nearly, because Cat seldom woke before noon, and she was going to forever be the night owl. Darkness was safety, but she didn't continue to argue with him. There was little point, and she knew some people were uncomfortable with nothing but the sound of their own breathing for companionship. "Well, not allowing yourself is a pity." She shrugged an elegant shoulder, because Cat liked letting go. Risk was adrenaline, and she cherished it. "They made it easy with the headphones, you know. Next time, you can just listen and make it easier on yourself."
She chuckled. "I asked for a love story to counter your cynicism. And love stories aren't always romances, Jack. The best love story in my life involves a little girl with dark hair. And of course I face things in the morning. But for that moment? I fly. I love risks. You, clearly, don't. It's a rather stark difference between us." That girl from Jersey, the one that adored a freefall, that girl still lived in the woman draped on the antique chair. Cat knew that girl wasn't going anywhere, and she knew better than to snuff her out entirely.
"He looks cosy to me." The cat did, in fact, look cosy. She grinned, entertained and all red lips.
And she settled back as he read. The words were melodic, if not sweet, and she chuckled once he finished. "For someone who doesn't like sentimental stories, you certainly like sentimental poets. Gritty sentimentality, but sentimentality all the same. And everyone has tried to run at one point or another in their life. But running from yourself doesn't work. That's my experience."
The room, all of its memories, were proof of that. Even without remembering, she felt this place strangling her. As if decor could mimic brainwashing, and she knew it couldn't, so she just smiled at him. "I'll take one of the little pancakes." She ignored the chessboard entirely for the moment.