LOG; the lost and insincere; CATARINA + CALISTA
who; Catarina and Calista
what; Relaxing while the rest of Lisbon tries to deal with the repercussions of the tsunami.
when; The night of the fifteenth.
It was rare for anyone to see Catarina dressed casually, but there was no real need for her to dress up when it was only Calista; she’d seen her in various states of undress before, after all. She did love to impress, but the two had agreed to meet up for relaxation, which was why she was sitting on the couch, hair pinned up loosely and limbs thrown carelessly over the other woman.
In all honesty, horror films usually bored Catarina, but they were fun to watch with Calista. Most things were fun with her, which was why she loved her. Leaning over, she whispered into her ear before giggling.
“Are you scared?”
Being with Catarina felt comfortable... safe, even. Calista was more at ease around her around anyone else but for mother. Sudden movements, however, were still treated with carefully veiled suspicion. Calista had never been one to believe that love and trust ought to go hand in hand. She tensed when Catarina suddenly leaned forward to whisper into her ear, Are you scared, and quickly covered the small movement by leaning forward herself to whisper back.
"I've never been frightened in my entire life."
Screams exploded from the speakers and Calista turned her attention back to the television.
"Stupid girl. Look, there's a set of kitchen knives right there. A child could kill such an incompetent serial murderer with a good steak knife."
“You musn’t be so harsh,” she chided, though she fully agreed. “Besides, this movie would have no point if she got away.”
She idly wondered how many were mourning the dead all over the continent, and shrugged off the thought. The only people she cared about were more than able to stand a bit of water. And the woman she loved was here. Her lips curved into a slight smile as she pointed at the screen.
“She’s going to die now.”
"Mustn't I?" Calista idly twirled a long strand of Catarina's hair, braiding it with her own. "And I had thought you liked it when I pointed out who deserves to live and die."
On the television the pretty blonde girl doubled over after receiving a nasty slash to her throat. An excessive amount of very fake looking blood sprayed all over the place. "Oh look, he hit the jugular. Finally something gets done properly."
The heroine was dead. The killer grinned like a maniac and disappeared into the night, presumably off to take a post-killing nap, if he was anything like Calista. The credits rolled.
"I don't want to go home," complained Calista, rolling onto her side and arranging her face into a pout. "Why don't we watch the sequel?"
Catarina smiled lightheartedly, stretching before letting out a girlish peal of laughter.
“You’re right!”
Straightening herself out, she climbed over onto Calista, leaning down to press a kiss to her jaw.
“Why don’t we do something else?”
Calista smiled languidly, hovering between letting herself sink into the calm of Catarina's presence or forcing herself to stay cautious and alert. Such a difficult decision.
"I knew you would say that. I suppose something like what you have in mind is alright." She allowed herself to return the kiss, but kept her eyes open. "I brought my pajamas, anyways."
what; Relaxing while the rest of Lisbon tries to deal with the repercussions of the tsunami.
when; The night of the fifteenth.
It was rare for anyone to see Catarina dressed casually, but there was no real need for her to dress up when it was only Calista; she’d seen her in various states of undress before, after all. She did love to impress, but the two had agreed to meet up for relaxation, which was why she was sitting on the couch, hair pinned up loosely and limbs thrown carelessly over the other woman.
In all honesty, horror films usually bored Catarina, but they were fun to watch with Calista. Most things were fun with her, which was why she loved her. Leaning over, she whispered into her ear before giggling.
“Are you scared?”
Being with Catarina felt comfortable... safe, even. Calista was more at ease around her around anyone else but for mother. Sudden movements, however, were still treated with carefully veiled suspicion. Calista had never been one to believe that love and trust ought to go hand in hand. She tensed when Catarina suddenly leaned forward to whisper into her ear, Are you scared, and quickly covered the small movement by leaning forward herself to whisper back.
"I've never been frightened in my entire life."
Screams exploded from the speakers and Calista turned her attention back to the television.
"Stupid girl. Look, there's a set of kitchen knives right there. A child could kill such an incompetent serial murderer with a good steak knife."
“You musn’t be so harsh,” she chided, though she fully agreed. “Besides, this movie would have no point if she got away.”
She idly wondered how many were mourning the dead all over the continent, and shrugged off the thought. The only people she cared about were more than able to stand a bit of water. And the woman she loved was here. Her lips curved into a slight smile as she pointed at the screen.
“She’s going to die now.”
"Mustn't I?" Calista idly twirled a long strand of Catarina's hair, braiding it with her own. "And I had thought you liked it when I pointed out who deserves to live and die."
On the television the pretty blonde girl doubled over after receiving a nasty slash to her throat. An excessive amount of very fake looking blood sprayed all over the place. "Oh look, he hit the jugular. Finally something gets done properly."
The heroine was dead. The killer grinned like a maniac and disappeared into the night, presumably off to take a post-killing nap, if he was anything like Calista. The credits rolled.
"I don't want to go home," complained Calista, rolling onto her side and arranging her face into a pout. "Why don't we watch the sequel?"
Catarina smiled lightheartedly, stretching before letting out a girlish peal of laughter.
“You’re right!”
Straightening herself out, she climbed over onto Calista, leaning down to press a kiss to her jaw.
“Why don’t we do something else?”
Calista smiled languidly, hovering between letting herself sink into the calm of Catarina's presence or forcing herself to stay cautious and alert. Such a difficult decision.
"I knew you would say that. I suppose something like what you have in mind is alright." She allowed herself to return the kiss, but kept her eyes open. "I brought my pajamas, anyways."