[anotp: pandora] creatures lie here, looking through the window

[emocaliban]

Sometimes, Caliban just needs to be alone. Sometimes, he needs the night around him, the air breathing. In New York, sometimes he would go for walks in the middle of the night, sneaking out through the window, no matter how dangerous it was. Maybe because of how dangerous it was. There's always been something dark in Caliban's heart, something that

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[anOTP: Caliban / Pandora]

[pandora_antioch]

Pandora can feel him - and she is, of course, like him, Other and Different, though closer perhaps in the nature of her Thirst to the dark beings who are his paternal kin, but closer to him, and to humans, in the way she handles it.

But Pandora is never nothing, if not split.

She'll be standing on the roof, padding from a quiet flight, and looking into the night as well.

For now, she does not speak.

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[emocaliban]

Caliban looks up the instant he smells her approaching, but doesn't move from his post, just watching her sidelong for several long minutes. Finally, he says, "This your roof?" With a touch of wry humor.

Last time, he remembers, they were on a haunted roller coaster, and he thought for a few moments he was going to die. Again. It's an interesting precedent.

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[pandora_antioch]

"Nothing is anyone's, here," Pandora says softly. She looks over her shoulder, finds him... interesting.

He doesn't smell like other mortals, there's something... other, in him.

"It's been a while."

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[emocaliban]

"Huh. Guess it's a good thing I carry most things on me, in case someone else takes that mindset about stuff in my room, yeah?" His tone is dry, faintly mocking, almost, but not quite. Still crouched, Caliban is watching the back of her head, wary but not scared.

Just aware of how dangerous she can be. (Not that that doesn't interest him. It does.)

"I guess it has. I promise I'm not avoiding you."