I'm listening, I'm listening and watching your mouth Who: Cal and Simon What:feelingsdomesticity the usual bullshit When: Tuesday, June 21st (late at night, after Heuris Turning) into Wednesday, June 22nd Where: Cal's place, probably some other places??
It wasn't like Calvin to leave a Turning festival early. He'd never been the type to be the last one to stay at parties, but since becoming Danu, he'd felt more and more like a host. Like it was his responsibility to stay until the very end of the night, when the stragglers were finally headed home. But tonight, he was consciously giving himself a break. He'd given his need for control to the fire earlier in the evening, and it seemed like allowing himself to duck out a few hours early was a good start to keeping that promise. Besides, bringing Hazel home had given him a good excuse.
Of course, it could also have had something to do with the fact that he'd seen Simon slink away about an hour hour before Calvin made his own departure. The two had seen each other at a distance many times during the festival, but had barely crossed paths, which was smart, really. There was nothing like a Turning festival to remind Calvin, with a deep, serious pull in his gut, that a Danu had no business regularly bedding a Tilla, much less living with one. Even with the caste systems weakened legally, it wasn't as if a scant couple of decades could loosen the hold of centuries of tradition. So they'd kept their distance in public.
But now he was home, and he smiled to hear the frenetic scrape of Simon's screwdriver as he pushed open the door. "Hello, sweet heretic," Calvin intoned, bending down to kiss the side of Simon's head as he worked on the half-constructed toaster he was working on. "Look," he said, lifting the crown of flowers from his own head and nestling on top of Simon's. "I brought you flowers."