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Cassandra Bane ([info]oracleofdelphi) wrote in [info]cirque_rp,
@ 2017-08-03 19:07:00

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June 1st, evening
Who: Catherine & Callum
Where: Callum's trailer
When June 1st, Evening
What: Soup and a conversation.
Warnings: NSFW



Her part in the rescue mission done, Catherine had been trying to find a way to make Callum feel better. But every conversation made her think that maybe... Maybe she was bad for him. Maybe she needed to let him go so he could actually be happy. There was an elephant but it wasn't in the room. It was in her mind. And they needed to talk about it.

She had spent her day slow cooking some chicken noodle soup, not expecting that Callum would be interested in more substantial foods. Without a word, she let herself into his trailer using the key he'd given her and had casually gone into his kitchen to set her pot on his stove and set it to simmering to keep warm. It appeared that Callum was dead asleep - probably from pain medication. She chewed her bottom lip, going between waking him and letting him rest.

Choosing the latter, she settled on his little couch and pulled her knees to her chest. Her body was so sore and she had a dull headache that just didn't want to quit. Although it was no longer actually present, she could almost feel the burn of Kennet's power under her skin. It made her question herself - what the Hell was she doing here amongst all these others? Even though it had been her gifts that had found their lost people, there were others with the same gifts and more power to them. What made her any sort of important in the grand scheme of things?

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[info]lycanthropical
2017-08-04 05:44 am UTC (link)
And every conversation that they had, Callum felt like he was more and more in Catherine's way. He worried about her. He also wanted all of her attention. He wouldn't deny either of those things. And he knew she had a job to do... but it felt like she pushed herself harder than necessary, more often than not. There were other people in the circus with magic abilities. They might not have been seers, but they were fucking magic, and Callum wouldn't be convinced otherwise that there wasn't someone else around the Cirque that couldn't handle the shit that seemed to be going down every fucking place they stopped.

It was like the Cirque was fucking Gotham, and they all relied on his girlfriend, Batman. Sometimes Batman needed a break too, dammit. Even if he would never admit it, because he was a workaholic. Like Cat.

So Callum was fucking needy. He was always wanting to see Cat, or spend time with her, and she was a busy woman. He was just in the way.

Which had been one of the reasons he had decided to go back to his trailer. If he was going to be laying around for a few days, he wanted his things, and he didn't want to be in her way while she was busy. That, and waking up alone was never pleasant, if you'd previously gone to bed with your significant other. But maybe that was just him that felt that way.

He was doing much better than he had been, the night before, and earlier in the day. Ana had helped him from the Band Aid Station to his trailer, and he'd eventually fallen asleep after he'd taken the painkillers that Rose had given him. He was out cold when Cat arrived, and honestly, he didn't even hear her messing around with the soup and the stove.

He probably slept for another good forty-five minutes to an hour before he actually stirred. He smelled the soup, finally, and moved a little to groggily glance toward his kitchen, and Catherine on the small couch.

Maybe the medicine was making him hallucinate?

Okay, no. He didn't actually think that. And he wasn't even surprised to see her there! If anything he was actually glad to see her-- even if it didn't much show. Letting his head settle back against the pillow, he brought a hand up to rub at his eyes and face as he moved a little more-- slowly, mind you. He was quite sore. "You could've woken me up," like he'd mentioned earlier. But that was alright. He smiled gently, shifting to push himself to sit up. "Didn't wanna miss you."

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[info]oracleofdelphi
2017-08-04 05:54 am UTC (link)
Catherine had fallen asleep in her huddled position, waiting for him to wake. She hoped the soup hadn't burnt on the bottom although the oven really was at a low simmer just to keep the pot warm enough. She jolted awake when she heard his voice, rubbing her face with her hands. "You need sleep," she managed in a miserable tone that was already on the verge of tears. Her dreams were never good but now they had more familiar faces in them. "I know I haven't been a very good... Anything... So I thought I could at least let you sleep."

Callum could have died. Issac could have died. Merrick, the goblin roustabout, could have died. Fredric had. And Catherine was just tired, sore, miserable. Maybe losing the sight and having to find a new job within the cirque would do her good. Maybe it wouldn't. She wasn't sure of any of it, least of all changing her species just to ease her life a bit.

"There's chicken noodle on the stove," she offered since that's all she could really provide for him at the moment.

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[info]lycanthropical
2017-08-04 06:07 am UTC (link)
He hadn't meant to startle her. When she jolted, it made him jump a little too. "Sorry.." he shook his head, "i'm okay. I've been asleep." She could have woke him up. But it was just as well.

His brows furrowed when she said she hadn't been a good anything... but he didn't disagree. Dropping his gaze back down, he gave another gentle shake of his head. Reaching up to rub at the back of his neck, he worried his lip with his teeth. "Not always.. just..lately," he murmured. "But I'm glad you came," he looked back up at her with a hopeful look. He was just trying to be honest.

He looked past her, toward the stove, "I like chicken noodle..." he managed another smile as his focus went back to her, and he dropped his hand back down to his lap to pull the blankets away so that he could get up. "Will you stay and eat some with me?"

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[info]oracleofdelphi
2017-08-04 06:18 am UTC (link)
Her jaw tensed but at least he was being honest. At least he wasn't giving her platitudes or trying to make her feel better. She appreciated it even if she didn't like it. And she said nothing. First, he needed to eat. Then they could have their conversation. She snorted faintly at his words, trying to put on her usual wry tone for him, "You just like food."

Catherine bit the inside of her lip for a moment, then shook her head, "I'm not hungry... But I plan on staying. There shouldn't be any interruption tonight and if there is, God help me--" It started off sounding like a threat but then she just repeated the words like a prayer, "God help me..." She felt so small and it had been a very long time since she'd felt like that.

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[info]lycanthropical
2017-08-04 06:41 am UTC (link)
He was trying to be honest. That's what she had been wanting from him the whole time. He was trying.

"Yeah.. but I haven't felt much like eating." He wrinkled his nose and moved to carefully ease off the edge of the bed, his arm protectively holding at his side. It wasn't like he had stitches or anything. Or that his insides were falling out. But he was still sore. The magic and all was healing him from the inside out or something? He hadn't quite gathered what Rose had said. But he had also had a bit of infection too. He was wearing a t-shirt, though. And pajama pants. So the slightly discolored skin where the bullet had nearly killed him couldn't be seen.

"Oh," he nodded, "yeah.. that's okay, then." He didn't really feel like eating, but he knew Ana kept saying he needed to. And Cat had made him soup! So he stepped past Catherine on the. Couch, to the kitchen area to dig around in a drawer to get a bowl and a spoon.

Looking back over at her at the mention of another interruption, he bit at his lip again. Studying her quietly a moment, he looked back down at the soup as he set the bowl down on the cabinet, next to the stove. He didn't want her to have to leave. He wanted to tell her that she could say no sometimes. It really wouldn't hurt. What did the circus do before she got there?? They'd be fucking fine.

But he didn't say that.

"I hope you can stay..." he hesitated a moment before serving himself some of the soup, carefully dipping it into the bowl.

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[info]oracleofdelphi
2017-08-04 07:02 am UTC (link)
Catherine arched an eyebrow at the minor protest from Callum, "If you aren't puking, you're going to fucking eat. I don't rightly care what you feel like." At least when it came to getting food in his belly and hopefully he knew the distinction. She wanted to see the wound, wanted to see what had almost cost him his life and cost her him. She wanted... She wanted to fucking kill whoever had shot him but she had a feeling that whoever it was, was one of the corpses that had already been dealt with.

She let out a soft breath, "I told you when we began this... Seers don't get happy endings." They went mad or they died or they went mad and then died. "I don't get to pick what visions come to me or where I will be needed. I want to say no and I want just a day to myself or a day between you and me. But lately everything's just been life or death and I don't know why."

She couldn't even look at him when she continued, "I could make it stop. Permanently. But I'd have to change my species to do it and then the cirque would have no reason to keep me on." And if she knew anything about Callum, it was that he didn't want her to be bitten.

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[info]lycanthropical
2017-08-04 04:21 pm UTC (link)
"I mean, yeah... okay, so I haven't puked, yet. But I've felt like it all afternoon. So." He scrunched up his nose at her insistence. Really, she didn't have to convince him-- he was getting himself some soup, wasn't he?? Ana had offered to bring him a turkey leg, but he didn't want that. He didn't feel like comping down on a turkey leg at the moment. He'd had a little bit of macaroni, but not too much. And yes, he knew the difference. He knew she was talking about him eating and nothing else, really.

With magic, he was sure if he would have any permanent scarring or not. But you could still see where he'd been shot. Rose had told him that it would take a bit of time for the wound to heal all the way through. Callum didn't know who had shot him, or whether or not they'd been killed in all of the chaos or not. He hoped so.

Setting the lid back on the pot of soup, his brows pushed together, and he lifted his eyes back up to look across at Catherine. "You did... but.. but that doesn't mean you can't try? That you can't be different from other seers--" he hesitated, trying not to interrupt her, "I know you can't pick or, or don't get to pick what you see. I know that. But.. who says that automatically means you're needed? Where is it written that you've gotta go be Batman and save everyone who causes a vision?" He sighed, shaking his head, and looking back down as he picked up his bowl of soup.

"It's this place. These places. The bloody Cirque. It's changing, yeah? Maybe something bad is here, I don't know. If you believe in that sort of thing. I know every day can't be like a fucking rainbow with unicorns, but it didn't used to be like this. A-and I don't know if I was just.. too mesmerized by you to notice before.. or if you've suddenly become everyone's go-to for every shit-tastic mess the powers that be get us into. But you don't deserve that. You don't need that. And it's gonna fucking kill you, a-and I know you said seers don't get happy endings, but I don't want that."

Carrying the bowl of soup around to sit on his table/bar area, he pulled out one of the stools and slid onto it. Frowning a little, he scooped up a spoonful of the soup and brought it up for a taste as he looked across at her again, listening.

"What do you mean no reason to keep you?" Another bite of soup. "If they had to have reasons to keep everyone, I certainly wouldn't be here. The cirque's got plenty of werewolves, and I'm not even one of the useful ones." He canted his head to the side, narrowing his eyes a bit with focus at her, as she looked away from him, "and what do you mean change your species...?"

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[info]oracleofdelphi
2017-08-04 09:42 pm UTC (link)
Alright, that was fair. But until he actually coughed it up, he was going to fucking eat one way or another. At least he wasn't really arguing. Did she want to see the entry point? No, probably not. That was probably just a really bad idea. But also... She was curious. She was fearful. She wanted to know that he would be alright by having physical proof visible to her.

She breathed a heavy sigh as she listened, knowing this was going to turn into an argument of some sort. "Callum, I don't try to save everyone. I can't. I know that. You have no idea how many times I've seen people dead or dying and I have no idea who they are or what they are. I have to live with that. But when it's people here, my friends, I can't just sit idly by and do nothing. If it were me or Ana or Maddie or whatever, you wouldn't sit idly either. I admit the plantation was my fault. I shouldn't have pressed further. Danvers wasn't exactly anything I went looking for though."

"Was mesmerized?" she was nitpicking but she couldn't help it. She rubbed her face with her hands and shook her head, "It wasn't this bad before. It feels like something's happening and I think I've convinced the coven of that but... That's it." She didn't want it and she didn't need it and she didn't want to die. "I know you don't think I love you, even when I say I do. I know whatever's been happening hasn't exactly helped... And no, I won't stop when someone here needs me. I can't have that blood on my hands." Surely he understood that. "I just wish I knew another way to make you believe me."

Catherine pushed her fingers through her hair, frowning a little. "I don't exactly have another talent and I'd be a terrible roustie," she told him simply, "You know what I mean by change my species."

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[info]lycanthropical
2017-08-05 12:03 am UTC (link)
She didn't need to worry! He was eating. He was pretty excited about the chicken noodle soup. He was happy that she'd made it for him. So no, he wasn't really arguing. And honest, after Rose had stopped the bleeding, the entry point didn't look so bad. It was obviously a wound, but it wasn't gross or gory. No stitching. It was all healed with magic. But the magic would take time, he was told.

He frowned some, poking at the noodles in the soup as he listened quietly to her. He shifted a little as he propped his other elbow on the bar, next to the bowl, and leaned his cheek into the palm of his hand. "It's like Professor X. I know. He hears all of those people and their thoughts, but he doesn't know every single one of 'em. And there's no way he could. I'm sorry you have to live with all of that constantly in your head..." He shook his head gently, keeping his focus on the soup, "I wouldn't let anything happen to my friends-- I'd try not to let anything happen to them.. I'd be worried about you most of all, though.. I can't help it. I-I'd not leave you to go off and put myself in danger, and then not answer your texts! I don't have the magic, telekinetic telephone that you've got. I can't send a text to your mind, but maybe I thought I wasn't okay. Maybe I've never been shot before. Maybe I didn't feel right, and all I had to get hold of you is a shitty smart phone."

He sighed, "the plantation would have probably just been some other stupid bullshit your magic friends dragged you into if I hadn't've messed things up. I'm sorry I didn't listen. And the bloody Danvers thing is the most fucked up thing I can think of, at the moment." He looked back up at her, "that shouldn't have happened. I know it does happen.. but not just willy-fucking-nilly like that! Something's going on here, and I don't like it. It's not right. A-and whenever you try to say something to fucking management," a.k.a. Captain Motherfucking Top Hat, "they act like it's nothing. Like you shouldn't worry. I am gonna fucking worry because my girlfriend is fucking Linda Blairing all over her trailer. Jesus."

He rolled his eyes and glanced away, "No, you know what I mean, Cat! I'm still mesmerized by you and that's why I'm so bloody hacked off!" He hruffed, setting his spoon down so that he could bring both hands up to bury his own face in his hands, for the time being.

He groaned--? growled? "I just.. I don't care what you say about not having happy endings, I don't like seeing you hurt. And that's been a constant since Colorado. And it took every bloody effort just to get you to come take a day off with me. I have to fucking fight just to see you." He droped his hands away from his face to motion toward her, "and see? Why would you say that? I've not ever said that. I never said I didn't think that you loved me, Cat. I just think you don't have time for me. I get in the way. I'm fucking needy. I always want to see you. I get jealous. I miss you."

"The Cirque picks up a lot of creatures that don't have talent. You wouldn't be a great roustie, but I promise you, there's something you could do... and.." he looked back down at his soup, "and..No." He shook his head, his brows furrowing, "...you're not suggesting I-- you know." He wrinkled his nose, "You don't want to be like me--" he hesitated, thinking quietly a moment.

..or did she? Did she want to be a werewolf? It hurt like a sonofabitch, but Cat was strong. Cat endured far more. If it helped her not hurt so much.. if it helped her not die, then... Maybe?

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[info]oracleofdelphi
2017-08-05 12:29 am UTC (link)
"Okay, fucking down the list. A- when I left, I did say something about Issac. B- I did answer your text as soon as I could, damn it. C- You were as fine as you could possibly manage to be after having been shot when I left. D-..." she paused, going into one of those silences that usually proceeded her keeping something from him. Instead, she fought to continue, "I was afraid. Every time I look at you right now, I just... I hear the gunshots in my head and I wonder who did it and how long were you alone just fucking bleeding and why wasn't I there to help you and what if you had fucking died. So when the opportunity came to maybe prevent someone else from being alone and fucking dying, I couldn't just..." There were tears but she wiped them away silently, pretending they didn't exist. "I recognize that I didn't do it right and I should have told you more before I left."

There was no arguing from her about the weeks that had passed though she wasn't sure how many times she'd have to tell him that she forgave him for the accidental touch at the plantation. He'd been panicking but he knew better. That was that. It was over. "Oi. I was not Linda Blairing. There was no pea soup to be seen," she tried to lighten the argument slightly.

She got up and crossed over to him, settling on a stool. Her hand settled on his back and she rubbed gentle circles up and down his spine in an effort to calm him down before he made himself sick. "Yes, you are a bit needy," she admitted but with a sort of amusement to her tone, "But you don't get in the way and you've nothing to be jealous over - dunno where that's even coming from. We just need to make time, figure out when it works in our schedules and keep it. But there's no reason to miss me. I always come back to you, don't I?"

Catherine didn't want to talk about what she could and couldn't do. It was the issue of her changing species that really mattered. "It was a combination of fear and anger. I'm a bug to half the creatures here and I'm rather defenseless. But I can't have both the Sight and have less reason to be afraid of more hunters showing up." She swallowed hard, "It's not about being like you, trying to match you. It's about fear."

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[info]lycanthropical
2017-08-05 01:11 am UTC (link)
"That's just it, Cat," he interrupted, "I was as fine as I could possibly be after having been shot when you left. I could have died. What if I had been dying and I'd tried to text you. I didn't feel okay. Thankfully it was just some infection and I was scared--" he hesitated and shook his head, looking back down. He'd just been scared and hadn't wanted to be alone, and maybe that was stupid.

"I don't know how long I was alone.. I was out for the majority of it. I'd gone to sketch on the ferris wheel, since no one could go into town with me. I was on my way back to your trailer, on the Midway, and the next thing I know, I'm looking up at Rose, Marco, and some lights on the midway. Everything hurt. I think she said it was silver, but she was talking to Marco, I think.. and I think she said that I needed to be still. And I don't remember anything else until they were helping me up and telling me to go find someplace to wait out the rest of whatever was happening."

He nodded gently when she said that she recognized that she should have told him more before she left. "You were just shy of your head spinning completely around, Cat.. it was scarier than you talking like my dad on the plantation. I was more worried about you crawling out of your trailer like a crab in witchtown that that.

Catherine did know that he enjoyed being pet. But he just really liked physical contact with her. It really did calm him and make him happy. He slowly leaned more toward her before turning enough to bring his arms around her in a hug as he nuzzled into her shoulder. "I do miss you.. and I don't want anything to happen to you," he murmured. Yeah," he was holding on fairly tightly, but not enough to squish her.

Sniffling a bit as he eventually pulled back, he was quick to glance down as his hands slipped from around her to drag over his face as he nodded. No, what? he wasn't getting emotional, he was fine. Perfectly fine. Getting shot and worrying about dying did weird shit to you, okay??

He shook his head with a sigh, "yeah, you come back.. but..but when you're constantly telling me Seers don't have happy endings, what if.. what if one day you don't? And you don't get to eat a turkey leg with me again.. or... go to the fucking stargazer tent or to a cabin in the mountains.." his brows furrowed and he wiped at his face some more before blinking a bit and looking back up at her.

"You're not a bug." He sniffled a bit, "a-and I'm not worried about you matching me.. it's just rough. It hurts. And I don't like seeing you hurt.. but if it's not going to eventually kill you, like I'm worried this is going to, then.. then, yeah.. change your species."

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[info]oracleofdelphi
2017-08-05 01:55 am UTC (link)
She winced, knowing he had a point but she had just been so terrified. She was still terrified. Being around him right now just made her think of all the terrible ways he could have died with Templars involved. What if they had stuck him with a silver blade just to make sure? Catherine closed her eyes as he described what had happened - or at least his view point of it which was dark and scary. She didn't want to hear it but... But he clearly needed to talk.

And she couldn't help but laugh when he described how she had been in Danvers. It wasn't funny - what had happened wasn't funny. This part was. But she focused on the physical contact, just rubbing his back because he needed it. And she really needed the way he held onto her, very clearly not wanting to let her go. "Nope, no," she said when he pulled back, "You put your arms right back where you had them."

She really didn't want to talk about changing her species right now although having his blessing if it became necessary... Well, that helped. "Alright. So what this boils down to is... I'm shit at communication but we already knew that. So you tell me what I need to do to make you feel better and we'll discuss it, yeah?" Because Callum wasn't in the wrong here - not this time. This time, Catherine was.

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[info]lycanthropical
2017-08-05 03:36 am UTC (link)
He definitely needed to talk. He'd been shot and he'd been pretty fucking scared. He didn't blame Cat for wanting to go help her friends.. he'd have done the same. But not before making sure Cat was okay. Not if he was going to be completely out of reach from her. When he'd been attacked by the werewolf that turned him, he'd woke up in the hospital alone, then, too. He'd sure as fuck been scared, then. But at least nurses were around.

This time, he actually had someone he was close to, and he couldn't even get in touch with her. Had he just asked her if she wanted to go get a turkey leg? Yes.. but he, at least, wouldn't be alone, then. He didn't like admitting that he'd been scared.

True, it had been far from funny, what she was like in Danvers. It had worried him terribly. But now that she was no longer possessed, he could poke a little fun at it in his special Callum way.

When Catherine insisted that he put his arms back around her, he couldn't help the way his face started to twist in that way that it did just before you broke into a fucking sob, so he quickly leaned back in to wrap his arms back around her in a tight embrace. He buried his face against her as he held on, and did his best to not to lose his composure too much.

He hadn't wanted to admit to Catherine that he'd been fucking scared.. and he hadn't wanted to let her see him cry. So much for that. He hugged her closer, sniffling, "I don't know.." he lifted his face up from the crook of her neck and let his chin rest atop her shoulder, "I just want to see you.. I want to be with you, and I want you to be okay.. I.. I want this." He wanted to have that physical contact and he wanted to hold her, and he wanted her to hold him. If she was still pissed off at him about his idiot mistake with Namah, that was fine. At least she was letting him be close.

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[info]oracleofdelphi
2017-08-05 03:52 am UTC (link)
Catherine knew she had failed in her duties as Callum's girlfriend and she couldn't do that again. She couldn't. Not ever. Not if she didn't want to tear him apart. A tiny piece of her wanted to feel vindictive like this was revenge for Janis but it wasn't. Catherine just wasn't a good girlfriend. She put her arms around him as he wrapped her up again like he was clinging to her for dear life. Her fingers toyed with his hair and she kept a tight control of her emotions so he could have his moment.

She had to slip off the stool to stand when he pulled her closer. If she were stronger, maybe she would have carried him away to somewhere less awkward. "If it has never been clearer before, I'm not... Good at people. I'm not. I can't promise you that I won't fuck it up but I can do my best to try. And when you're all healed up, we'll work out a schedule of seeing each other." She bit her bottom lip for a moment, huffing an amused laugh, "Maybe we should combine trailers. Both of us live out of one."

But she pulled at him to try and get him off the stool, "C'mon. Let's go sit on your bed for a bit. Forget the soup." It would still be there when they were done.

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[info]lycanthropical
2017-08-05 04:22 am UTC (link)
He closed his eyes tightly. He didn't mean to be the soft one. He didn't mean to be the one with all the fucking feels. He was a werewolf! He was supposed to be able to protect his mate, and he hadn't been able to do that. The ambush had been a bit of a wake up call, if anything. He wasn't prepared to fight for her or protect her at all. He was going to work on that. But at the moment, it was clear that he was not in control of his emotions.

And okay, yeah.. Maybe she wasn't that great at people.. she wouldn't get any arguments from him, there. But, "Me too. I don't want to fuck up again." He wasn't going to make any more mistakes with succubi, but he was going to do his best not to fuck what they have up. He wasn't perfect either, and he didn't think that he was.
He smiled softly and turned to nuzzle more into her neck, "but not until I've healed up?" he was teasing. He knew what she meant.

He let her pull at him, and he moved to ease off the stool to his feet, and only pulled back a little bit to look down at her, "we could do that, you know," he smiled hopefully. He'd combine trailers with her. He would happily live with her permanently. If she'd have him.

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[info]oracleofdelphi
2017-08-05 04:28 am UTC (link)
The way they were raised, it was no wonder Catherine was the emotionally unavailable one and he was the one more prone to fits of all out weeping. Her tears mostly came when she was least expecting them or with the madness. But that was alright. She appreciated knowing what he was thinking most of the time, the fact that he wasn't a mystery. Why did everything have to be a mystery?

"Don't you fucking tease me or I'll poke you in the infection. And where will we be then? Blood poisoning, that's where," she scrunched up her nose. After all, she hadn't been sassing him as much lately. That was one of the more noteable things that had changed. Their arguments had been real and not just fun little debates anymore.

They had to crab-walk to move with her all tangled up in his arms but she didn't mind. She sat on the edge of his mattress first and scoot back to settle against his pillows. "Of course, we could. I wouldn't bring it up otherwise," Catherine arched an eyebrow, "And it would be a way to guarantee you seeing me one way or another." Besides, he was practically living in her trailer anyway.

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[info]lycanthropical
2017-08-05 04:53 am UTC (link)
Callum had had a pretty fucked up childhood. He'd cried lot. Mostly after his mum passed away. And then he cried in prison, after getting the snot beat out of him--which wasn't a good thing at all. He'd cried after his first full moon, when he'd realized what he'd done.. and then there was this. He really did try not to cry. He tried to be tough, but it never really worked out that way.

He scrunched up his nose, "fuck, that'd hurt.." because just standing up had been uncomfortable. Carefully easing back onto the bed was going to be even worse. Once Cat was all settled, he protectively held at his side once again, and made his way back around to the side of the bed that he'd been on earlier, and turned to slowly sink back down onto the mattress. Biting at his lip, he winced juuuust a bit as he inched further into place and laid back against his pillow.

He had missed their fun little debates, by the way.. he was just busy trying not to break.

"so.. we should do that," he turned his head to look over at her, smiling softly, "I'd like making it official, us living together..." It was true. He was pretty much living in her trailer anyway.

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[info]oracleofdelphi
2017-08-05 05:02 am UTC (link)
Callum was living in a fantasy land if he thought he was the tough one in their relationship because he sure as fuck wasn't. Simple as that. "Yes, it would," she agreed simply because that had been the entire point of the threat. Catherine watched as he carefully settled on the edge of his mattress. She could see why he'd picked to sleep in his trailer. Cat's bed was far more difficult to get in and out of being so close to the floor and with no wall space.

"Then we will. Though... I don't know if we have to make that official with Management," she frowned to herself, "Would they want us to pick a trailer so they could be rid of the other? One less thing to move. Would they combine them into a bigger space?" She didn't know although she did know one thing, "I'll move my things into yours." Decided. She had less just... stuff. It would be easier.

One more thing though, "Let me see it." She visibly tensed slightly as she looked at his side, sitting up properly.

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[info]lycanthropical
2017-08-05 05:22 am UTC (link)
He didn't really think he was the tough one of the relationship. He was pretty positive Catherine was much stronger than he was. But he did try to be tough. "Please don't," he managed as he got settled in. But yes! That was the point.

He frowned a little, "knowing them, probably.. but.. they're all magical trailers, yeah? Couldn't they just be magicked together? Next time we move or something?" And did she have less stuff? Callum had his guitar, his amp, some records, sketchbooks, and comics. That was about it. "You sure you want to move your things into mine?"

He hesitated and looked at her, his eyes studying her as she moved to sit up. He'd seen her the night that it had happened, but he'd still had a bandage on it. It was still pretty messy, then.

But the magic had done it's job, and it was all healing up nicely. The wound, itself, was now just some discoloring on the surface. If she were to touch it, she'd be able to feel the pinkish scarring on the skin, but the majority of the pain was internal, now.

"okay.." he shifted a little to reach down and pull up his shirt by the hem, so that she could see where he'd been shot. He wrinkled his nose as he glanced down at it, and then settled back aaginst the pillow, "I don't know if it's gonna scar or not.. It's mostly just pain inside, now..." It was the opposite side of his scarring from the werewolf attack. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

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[info]oracleofdelphi
2017-08-05 05:37 am UTC (link)
"Well, since you said please," she rolled her eyes, smirking faintly. They'd figure it out. Maybe if she just moved her shit in, Management would do it automatically. They knew everything anyway. "Yeah," she agreed easily, "I'm going to take over your space and make it all girly and shit." That was... hardly true. Catherine was likely the least girly girl there was. He was lucky if she shaved her damned legs. (Though she would admit, she loved the way his hands felt on her legs when they were freshly smooth. It was honestly a bit of a turn-on.)

Catherine grit her teeth as he pulled up the hem of his shirt. She could see where the bullet penetrated. There would be a bit of a scar though how much was still up for debate. Her jaw worked for a moment then she leaned down and pressed a kiss against his skin, right where the wound should have been. Oh, there were those tears again. She fought them but she was losing that particular battle quite easily.

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[info]lycanthropical
2017-08-05 05:49 am UTC (link)
He smiled, "thank you.." because he always liked teasing with her, but he was just.. he was a bit under the weather at the moment. Hopefully she understood. But that was something that had been missing. Or that had changed. Their playful arguments had, indeed, become much more real.

He chuckled, but winced when he did-- ow- "I know better than that." Catherine's place was obviously lived in by a woman, but it wasn't all girly. Callum also enjoyed it when Catherine's legs were freshly smooth. Her skin was always so soft.

He flinched ever so slightly, but only because -- well, because. It didn't hurt. He was pretty still otherwise. Lifting his head up enough to look back down at her when he felt her tears, he moved to bring his hand up from his shirt to smooth over Catherine's back, "I think it's unicorn tears or something that's supposed to help it.. not sure what Seer tears do," he teased gently.

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[info]oracleofdelphi
2017-08-05 06:03 am UTC (link)
Yes, she definitely understood. They both had been under the weather the past few weeks. Catherine herself wasn't feeling great. She hadn't even told Callum of the momentary seizure when she'd been looking for Issac. "Are you sure about that? I might have a secret addiction to Hello Kitty for all you know," she argued, sticking out her tongue.

But the amusement trained with the wound visible and... No, she couldn't tease him too much. "Phoenix tears," she corrected him automatically but then moved to settle against him as gently as she could. "Seer's tears do nothing at all except to express grief and fear," she told him, settling a hand on his cheek, "Now kiss me because you haven't done that all day."

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[info]lycanthropical
2017-08-05 06:23 am UTC (link)
Callum had been in okay health up until he'd been shot. He'd just been a bit depressed. Sad, really. He couldn't seem to even get in the same room as Catherine for more than them just sleeping next to one another for a few hours. And it was probably best that he didn't know about her momentary seizure, yet. He probably would have immediately started worrying.
He looked over at her, "I thought we were gonna be honest with each other," he smiled to her, though, so she knew that he was talking about her secret Hello Kitty collection and not serious at all.

His brows arched upward, "oh yeah... phoenixes or unicorns. Something about unicorns, I just don't know what." He watched as she moved back up to carefully settle back in against his side, and bit at his lip when she set her hand on his cheek. "Don't think I've actually done it all week? Seems like it anyway." But he did not waste any time, and leaned over to catch her lips in a soft, affectionate kiss.

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[info]oracleofdelphi
2017-08-05 06:47 am UTC (link)
Depressed and sad wasn't okay health if one asked Catherine. She snorted faintly but it was true. They were trying to be more honest with each other. "I promise, I don't have a secret addiction to Hello Kitty. It's mostly just... books and journals and a bottle of whisky or ten." Well, not that many.

She wasn't sure about unicorns. Phoenixes she mostly knew from Harry Potter. Yeah, she knew a lot of shit but she didn't know everything. She didn't need to know how long it had been since they'd last kissed. She just needed him to kiss her. Catherine sat up next to him so he could lay back, curls becoming a curtain around both their faces as she kissed him. She wanted to forget how to breathe, to make up for the week and remind herself that he was very much alive.

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[info]lycanthropical
2017-08-05 07:10 am UTC (link)
True, it wasn't okay mental health-wise.. but physically, he had been okay?

That little snort of her's made him smile. It was very true! They had been trying to be honest and open with one another! "I hope it's ten. Because I think I have four. That means we'd have a whole stash." He adored her. He hoped she knew that. That even if they had been going through a really rough time, he really was still mesmerized by her. "Maybe my sketchbooks can share a shelf with your journals. And my comics can share a shelf with your books?"

Callum wasn't sure about unicorns either. He just knew that Kennet or someone had made him believe that if he wasn't getting better, he needed to find Freycenet, or a Phoenix.
Callum would be quite honest, he knew very little about Harry Potter.

And, well, he'd missed her kisses, alright? It was hard not to notice how long it had been. He relaxed back against the pillows when Catherine sat up to lean over him, "mmhh," he managed to bring both arms back up around her middle, his fingers spread over her back as he pulled her closer and deepened their kiss.

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[info]oracleofdelphi
2017-08-05 07:37 am UTC (link)
"I think ten alone would be a whole stash," she laughed, though she didn't think she actually had that much liquor. If she did, then she really had a problem. Of course, they had an excuse with their cultures. It was very alcohol centric. "We can figure it all out later," she told him, not wanting to plan. She just wanted to be with Callum and enjoy his presence.

She didn't really want to lay on him or put any pressure on the healing wound but the way he pulled her close, she couldn't help it. Her hand slid under his shirt, up along his chest. She just wanted to touch him - well, and she wanted to start something but she knew it would just be a disappointment to both of them when he was laid up. So she just kissed him, reveling in it.

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[info]lycanthropical
2017-08-05 02:55 pm UTC (link)
"We'd have an even bigger stash," he smirked with amusement. Maybe Catherine liked to always have a bottle of whiskey on hand! They were always on the go with the circus, maybe she kept ten bottles stored away! He would.

"My records get their own room, though," he teased, nodding when she said that they could figure it out later. "And their own bed."

And he couldn't help but pull her close! He just wanted to be snuggled close with her! It had been a pretty fucking long time, considering his stupid fuck up with the whole Namah thing. They'd been in bed next to one another, sure. But it wasn't like this? They hadn't been close or intimate.

Sliding his hands down over her back, and letting his fingers curve down around her ass, he gave it a firm squeeze. Could she blame him?

Chuckling softly, but wincing and scrunching up his nose a bit as he parted from the kiss to look up at her, he brought his hands back up to tangle in the back of her hair. "I wanna do so many fuckin' things to you right now...." But that didn't count as resting, did it? Did he care? Unfortunately, he couldn't even laugh without pain, so he wasn't quite sure what they could do, but he just wanted her to know that. Honesty and all.

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[info]oracleofdelphi
2017-08-05 10:31 pm UTC (link)
Catherine rolled her eyes but smiled. Yes, they'd just have a bigger stash. "Oh aye, of course. And we'll tuck them in every night. But they have to sing us to sleep instead of the other way 'round." But she didn't want to talk about records or tell him how there likely wouldn't be a secondary room anyway, depending on how it worked. They all lived in trailers after all.

She couldn't help the sound she made when he squeezed her. Right, okay. They were definitely starting something that they shouldn't be. Catherine grinned when he pulled away to speak. She shifted to straddle his hips, laying down on top of him in a way that wouldn't put pressure on the wound. It was all very calculated. "Tell me about all these things you want to do. In detail."

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[info]lycanthropical
2017-08-06 07:38 am UTC (link)
He chuckled lightly, "they would! They like singing me to sleep, so I think they'd like singing you to sleep too." Callum didn't think that there'd be second room, really. He was just being silly.

He did always enjoy the sounds she made when he squeezed her. He couldn't deny that. Not ever. And yes, they were starting things they shouldn't. "Mmm," he hummed happily when she moved to straddle him and snuggle back down against him, careful not to put pressure on his injury.

He blushed and rolled his eyes upward with a scoff, "nooo," he chuckled, wrinkling his nose at the pain in his side from doing so. He would have hid his face in his hands, but his fingers were too busy tangling themselves in Catherine's hair. "I'm awful at detail," he bit at his lip and looked back to her.

"I always want to kiss you all over. And I want to go down on you," fuck, it always sounded so awkward when you said it aloud, didn't it? "A-and the lower I go, I want those long, drawn out moans that I miss," because of his fuck up.

"And after I make you cum with my tongue," he wrinkled his nose at how ridiculous he sounded-- not her or what he wanted to do to her. "I want to fuck you all over my trailer. Or your trailer. Wherever we are. I just want all fucking night with you, and I want it to be even better than Colorado."

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[info]oracleofdelphi
2017-08-06 07:56 am UTC (link)
Catherine just rolled her eyes at the idea of records literally singing her to sleep when he had lost the fucking player needle in the first place. It had been so long since she'd just lay on him that she was enjoying just that simple contact - the beat of his heart under her chest, the way his chest rose and fell with his breathing, the vibration whenever he spoke... She needed that.

And she loved making him blush, making him embarrass himself with his attempts at dirty talk. He wasn't old like some of the idiotic public in Colorado had thought but it was still funny as hell that he was so easy to embarrass with sexuality. Oh... Well, she was all for both of those ideas. Such a good, willing man to put up with her demands.

"I'm... All for all of that. Once you're better, though. As much as the idea of sitting on your face is appealing," she snorted slightly at the vulgarness of the phrase, "I'd rather not start something we can't entirely finish right now."

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[info]lycanthropical
2017-08-06 08:17 am UTC (link)
He still needed a new record needle, by the way! And a new sketchbook. Their next stop, or whenever he was better, he was going to go get both! Callum had certainly missed the physical contact that was as simple as just having her close to him. He was glad she came by, and he hoped she didn't have to go anytime soon. With the events over the last 24 hours, he didn't even know what time it was, at the moment. If she had to go to work, sadly, he'd understand. But he hoped he'd have her for a little bit longer.

Even if she did constantly make him blush! For one reason or another. No, he wasn't old. He wasn't even quite 40, yet! But sexuality made him squirm a little! He couldn't help it.

"Fuck," he bit at his lip, "please sit on my face," he blushed even brighter, if that was possible! "When I'm better," he added, "because yeah, if.. if we did anything now, I don't think I'd survive," Catherine was wild. He was not in 100% health. They'd have to deal with it.

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[info]oracleofdelphi
2017-08-06 08:40 am UTC (link)
If she'd had a spare of either of those, she'd have brought them with the soup. Alas, he'd have to wait. But lucky for him, the circus was closed for the rest of their time in Rome. She didn't have to go anywhere. She could stay with him unless some dire emergency called her away. Hopefully, there would be no more dire emergencies.

She blamed that UK-style raising they both had. Sure, plenty of nudity on television but otherwise, keep it under your hat. But Catherine had been tainted by Los Angeles mid-childhood so she didn't blush as much. Catherine arched an eyebrow, "If you're a very good puppy, I'll sit wherever you like." Yes, she had to throw the 'puppy' in there, just to make it worse. "But yes, I'd really rather not break you right now. I expect the healers would be very cross with me if they spent all that energy to save your life only to have you die because of a sex act."

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[info]lycanthropical
2017-08-06 03:32 pm UTC (link)
That fact that Catherine didn't have to go anywhere and could stay with him was all that mattered, really. If he had thought too deeply into it, he would have been upset that they had finally been given some days off, though under unfortunate circumstances, and he wasn't even well enough to enjoy them with Cat!

Callum didn't have too much raising after his mum passed away. He'd learned about sex from television, movies, magazines, and his friends. And maybe an unfortunate walk-in on his older sister and her boyfriend. But he never got 'the talk', or anything like that. Which may have been a good thing, or maybe not. It didn't really matter, now. He'd learned enough to be just fine, but that didn't mean he still didn't blush at talking about it!

He scrunched up how nose more, turning his head to look away with a chuckle, "deal." He bit at his lip and looked back at her. Throwing the 'puppy' in there did make it worse!

"Please don't break me," he managed without blushing too much more. "Although.. I'd much rather die mid-sex act than being shot. Or anything like that. If I'm gonna go, I might as well go with you sitting on my face, Yeah? Or with you folded in half, or bent over, or against the wall. At least I'd die a blissful death." He smirked, doing his best not to chuckle too much.

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[info]oracleofdelphi
2017-08-06 10:02 pm UTC (link)
Whereas Catherine had a lot of practical knowledge and they'd talked about that when she was a little drunker. They didn't need to get into it again. She grinned broadly as he agreed to her little deal. It wasn't difficult to get Callum to agree to really anything if sex or food was involved.

But her grin turned to more of a sweet smile as he asked her not to break him. "I'd really, really prefer if you didn't die while we were having sex," she scrunched up her nose, looking rather put off by the idea, "I'd end up going proper mad like that chick in Clerks." Which was a movie she hadn't watched in awhile and quite suddenly wanted to.

She carefully shifted to sit next to him again, "You need to eat. The soup's probably gone cold." Things were settled between them now, better. They could finally begin to repair their relationship.

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[info]lycanthropical
2017-08-07 04:16 am UTC (link)
It was true... when it came to Catherine, it didn't take much to convince him! If it involved sex or food, she could count him in!

His eyes searched her expression as it softened, "I won't," he assured her. Moving to bring his hands back around to gently slip back along her cheeks, the pads of his thumbs caressing her face, "'m not gonna die. Not yet. Not when I've got you to live for, yeah? So not during sex, and not at all, if I can help it. Because I don't want you to go mad," he teased. "And I've not ever seen Clerks.."

He knew that she ought to ease back off of him so that they didn't start anything, but he still sighed. "We can warm it back up... Stay and eat with me?"

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[info]oracleofdelphi
2017-08-07 06:06 am UTC (link)
Catherine lifted her hands to his, closing her eyes at the gentle touch. She had wanted that even more than the kissing although kisses did make her beyond happy. She turned her head to kiss his palm, his skin rough from all the hard labor. "Then you had better not get shot again or I'll kill you myself," she muttered grumpily. "And we're watching fucking Clerks. That is a cult classic."

She arched an eyebrow but nodded, "Yeah. I think I could eat now." He didn't have to ask her to stay. She was planning on it anyway. Unfortunately, that was the climate their relationship was in at the moment.

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