The Days Cath Carried On.

(I) THIRTY NINE

Cath and Levi read long into the night. Cath didn't care that the lights were getting low, that her body was getting tired, that her lips were numbing or that night was turning into day, and neither did Levi. This book, this masterpiece, was of essence the first thing that drew Cath and Levi closer to one another. As long as they were in that third alternate space they reached whenever Cath read to Levi, they knew that they could stay this way for hours. Together. Legs, arms and fingers intertwined as they read the long awaited Simon Snow & The Eighth Dance in anticipation and pure fan-admiration.

Cath was eager to finish the novel and see what endings Gemma T. Leslie had given her idolised characters and whether GTL had served them the justice that Cath had in mind. As they read through the book, Cath couldn't help but absentmindedly correct some phrases and dialogue that she thought GTL must have constructed in a possible moment of weakness.

"He wasn't even bothering to hide his fangs; Simon could see them from there," Cath read.

"No, that can't be right... Baz had never shown Simon who he really was. Why would he start now?" Cath questioned absentmindedly. She shifted in Levi's arms, mildly out of discomfort at how the story line was unraveling before her like a long scarlet cord: beautiful and intricate, but out of her reach.

"Well, he's in a moment of weakness, sweetheart. Be rational. He wouldn't go hiding his fangs just cause Simon says so," Levi replied. The left side of his mouth pulled up in a cute smirk showing his thorough satisfaction from his pun. Cath, however, didn't seem amused.

"Ha-ha." Cath sarcastically replied. Her monotonous and annoyed tone got the better of Levi, and as quickly as it had appeared, his smirk vanished. She had swiveled all the way around and was now facing Levi, getting further away, ready to deliver her argument.

"Baz has worked so hard to be stronger than Simon. Why would Baz reveal this to Simon and confirm Simon's questions about him being a monster? It's like all he worked for just got shot down the drain. The years of tactical planning and winning over Simon, just gone now that Simon knows his secret. It just doesn't make sense." Cath replied defensively.

"Gosh, I don't know Cather. Maybe, because all things must come to an end? Look, I'm sure the rest of the book will explain. Let's just read on. Please, sweetheart?"

"Alright."

"And who gave you the right to move away?" Levi asked rhetorically, before embracing Cath and pulling her back into his chest. Once back, Cath couldn't help but smile and continued to read on.

"Simon adjusted his grip on the Sword of Mages and held it up in warning..."

As she read, Cath couldn't help but feel satisfied, feel at home. She took in every second of it: Levi's hair overshadowing his playful eyes, his beautifully crafted chest and the grounded homely smell of his shirt. Cath loved the way he looked when she was reading to him, like he was holding on to every word that came out of her mouth. He always looked so innocent and yet so strong, when he was concentrating. Levi caught Cath looking at him and smiled one of his famous smiles then, bringing her body closer to his, kissed her forehead.

Simon Snow & Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch, warmth and the comfort of Levi's arms. Levi. There was no other way to put it: she was home. Gosh, I must be in love.