Cal got back late last night and collapsed into bed, clinging to Sophia until she almost yelped. She's curled up by his head now, fast asleep. He's not quite so relaxed. Most of the sheets are torn off the bed and he's curled into himself in a fetal position, face too serious and unhappy and scared as he twitches and tries to jerk away from ( Read more... )

*wanders in, starting to look a little pissed off. wearing the sunglasses again, though.*

*is plopped on a couch, leg over the armrest, resolutely lazy, but HEALTHY.*

*blink, eyebrows* Well, will you look at that. Big Bad Anita's back on her feet.

*cocky* technically, I'm sitting down, Cal. *frowns* and what's with the 'tude?

What 'tude? ( Read more... )

Timeline's a little screwy - ignore it. Continued from here.

He makes a small noise, his other hand sliding down her back, the purr becoming a soft growl.

Warning: Adult content, extreme nastiness.

Thanks to Curio, Cal is probably the happiest he's been since he first slept with Molly. Because sitting in his room, making a bed up in the corner, he keeps looking over at the bed where a beagle puppy is curled up fast asleep, already worn out from the adventure of exploring Cal's room. She tore a few shirts up with needle-sharp teeth, but Cal ( Read more... )

Cal is sulking again. But it's rather a different sort of sulking, less serious than has been his wont lately, and he looks almost normal again, at least by Cal standards. Thank God for Merlin is really all Cal can say. However, on the other hand, there are some things he's not so happy about, and so he's being a teenager and lying on his bed and ( Read more... )

Chin propped in hand, Caliban is staring at something in his hand and frowning. He's looking at a little circle of silver in his palm, attached to a chain that's broken at one end. It's Niko's. He's had it for months since he took it as Darkling and just never got around to giving it back. It just sat in the pocket of his leather jacket and he ( Read more... )

Caliban's been spending a lot of time outside lately, but today is an exception. Wandering inside with actually a bit of color to his pale face, he looks pensive and serious as usual, if perhaps a bit more gloomy than he has. He's not sure - he's lost track of the days here - but he's pretty sure Niko's birthday is coming up, and for the first time ( Read more... )

He was in a good mood earlier. There is no good reason Caliban should be curled in a deep, dark corner of the Mansion, rocking back and forth, making small noises like a wounded animal in a voice exhausted by screaming, his eyes bloodshot as though someone threw sand in them, his arms wrapped around his knees and one hand holding a pistol. He just ( Read more... )

Oh, God, but it’s bitter sometimes.

Since last year, I wake up in the middle of the night sometimes, just listening to my own breathing, to be sure that it’s me lying here, looking at my thoughts to be sure that they are mine. Darkling is like a stain on everything, even without the mirrors. Niko pretends he forgets, but sometimes when I slump ( Read more... )