Hahahaha. All sorts of Kathryn/Sharlia stuffage!

And she laughed gloriously, her eyes alight for the first time since our dance began and cried and sang to the empty night and the dark stars
“I’m going to hurt you! Watch me hurt you.”
I could not find it in my heart to smile because I had to tell her the truth. We circled each other warily and I sighed wearily.
“You can’t hurt me.”
“I can! I can hurt you!” She retorted, a fearful quiver tinkling delicately at the edge of her voice.
“You can’t hurt me. It’s impossible to hurt the dead.”
“You’re not dead! I don’t fight with dead men!”
“I am not a man Sharlia.”
“And you’re not dead either!” She screamed, rushing at me. I let her slam me against the wall and push pressure into the tender socket where my arms and shoulder connected. It hurt but not as much as I had thought it would. I met her angry, alive eyes with mine which were cold and flat.
“It hurts! Tell me it hurts!”
“I can’t lie to you.”
“Lie to me!”
“I can’t.”
“God, please lie to me!” She choked and over her silverly green eyes flared an ocean of tears which trickled over her scar and her flawless skin.
“Lie to me! God, petal, lie to me.” She sobbed and fell into my dislocated arms.

My brother is the funniest little shit. ^_~

My mum was telling Matt to gel his hair and she said
"Why do you keep backing away?!"
Matt: "Cause you keep coming towards me! Like Jaws!"
Mum: "..."
(Insert Kathryn and Father laughter)
Mum: "I'll fuckin' 'Jaws' you!"

Matt ran back into the kitchen and I laughed
"Jaws?!"
"Yeah! *Jaws theme inserted here* The Over Protective Mother *Climax of Jaws theme* *Mocking accent* Clean your room more often!"
Father and I laughed.

I love Matt. ^_^