¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (chakram) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-11-09 23:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, callisto, xena |
There was some weird shit, with heaven and hell.
Who: Callisto and Xena
What: Heaven and Hell
when: Recently
where: Xena's condo
status: complete
rating: PG-13
Even in death they couldn't have peace. At first, it seemed like they might, but then, of course, there was Callisto. Callisto had been twisted into some kind of creature, her ugly insides finally showing without. And because of Callisto Gabrielle was lost in hell.
And yet... and yet, after rescuing Gabrielle, she'd made the mistake of looking back at Calliso. And for the first time in this life, she truly saw the suffering that Callisto had gone through. Moved to pity, she embraced her, and took her suffering onto herself.
Xena had always been a devil. She knew that in her heart and it was that which she'd fought so hard to overcome. But she enjoyed it, and most of all she'd wanted to bring Gabrielle to her. Maybe, in some twisted way, that as how they could finally be together forever, with no one else to get in the way.
In the end, she was cleansed, though she dreamed further after Eli revived her. The amnesia let her be innocent again, in a twisted way. An innocence she was loathe to give up even though part of her knew it was wrong. And when her Chakram was restored, so was she.
She woke with a gasp, her legs and back burning. Stumbling from her bed, she grasped for the Chakram hanging from her wall. It had undergone the same kind of transformation as it had in her dreams.
Only after she lifted it and felt the power to kill gods did she realize she was standing.
It seemed that no matter how many times Callisto died, she never found peace. Sometimes she did wonder if Dahak actually would’ve followed through and given her the nothingness she longed for after death, or if that was just another lie. Gods, angels, demons, mankind, all of them were filled with lies and telling lies. Of course it was fitting that Callisto had ultimately ended up in Hell, twisted into a demon by her hatred and anger. And oddly enough, Callisto in the waking world was fine with that. She’d done terrible things, committed atrocities that even Xena hadn’t done, she didn’t deserve peace. She deserved to suffer.
But then Xena had shown up as an angel, a sight that had enraged her. After everything Xena had done in her warlord days, she was able to be an angel? That hardly seemed fair to Callisto. Though what Xena did had shocked her. Xena had hugged her and took Callisto’s suffering from her. And Callisto had ended up as an angel. An angel who couldn’t remember her mortal life.
Callisto woke with a start, sitting bolt upright in her bed.
“What the fuck?” She muttered as she looked at her hands. She felt different, but couldn’t place her finger on what exactly felt different about her. She got out of bed and headed out to the kitchen, blonde hair completely disheveled and wild-looking, clad in a tank top and sleeping shorts. She didn’t care how early it was, she grabbed a bottle of alcohol and took a long drink from it.
Xena came out of her room in a daze, still holding the chakram. She was terrified of what she’d fine. A demon? An angel? Something in between? Had Callisto even dreamed? “Callisto? You awake. I guess you gotta be awake.” She gestured at her feet. “I can walk.”
Callisto wasn’t a demon, and she definitely wasn’t an angel. She took another swig when she heard Xena. Turning, she blinked a bit, taken aback by the fact she was upright and walking again. But clearly the dreams had healed the injury. Thankfully. Callisto was so not cut out to be a caretaker. “You alright?”
“I...dunno. There was some weird shit, with heaven and hell. I guess we were due to hit Christianity eventually.” Xena passed Callisto, reaching for a bottle. “You okay? You look like you seen a ghost.”
At least she didn’t look satanic. Had the… cleansing helped her here? It was a good question.
“The way things were going, definitely looked that way.” Callisto still didn’t understand how she got to Hell after getting stabbed with the hind’s blood dagger, but she wasn’t going to try and figure that one out. She took another swig. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just feel a bit different.” She shrugged a shoulder. She couldn’t really explain how she felt beyond that. It was just different.
“Different?” Xena looked at her. “...you dreamed too, didn’t you. Heaven and hell?” Was Callisto some kind of angelic being now? An innocent? She didn’t seem that much different. She still seemed like Callisto. And Xena’s amnesia hadn’t manifested awake.
Callisto simply nodded. It wasn’t an easy memory, dreaming of being in Hell, and she had to wonder if her dreams would ever actually end. Death didn’t stop them, and she was tired of dreaming. “You should’ve just left me in Hell. It’s where I belonged.” It wasn’t nice, but she recognized that it was where she belonged.
“Maybe it was,” Xena agreed. “But through no fault of your own. Sometimes dream me can be a real bleedin’ heart.” She hooked the Chakram into her robe’s belt and rubbed her shoulder. “Real fun way to show what we look like inside out.”
“Xena, we both know it was my own fault. I had a choice, and I did horrendous things. People that do that deserve to be in Hell.” Which is where she knew she’d end up in this life as well. “Heh, yeah. You’re an angel and I’m a demon. Kinda fitting.” She noted the fact that Xena’s chakram looked different, but didn’t say anything. She just took another swig of alcohol.
“I ain’t gonna argue it.” Keep the peace. This wasn’t the dreams, she had no reason to hate Callisto and even… especially after that dream. It showed her above all else that Callisto could be redeemed. That they both could be. She reached over, squeezing Callisto’s shoulder. “Ideas for next halloween.”
Callisto would argue that she was only redeemed because Xena had given it to her. She’d never actually earned it nor had she even wanted it. She was bad to the core, and it had taken angelic grace to redeem her. “Yeah, I guess.” She responded with a shrug. “So, what’re you gonna do first now that you can walk again?”
Xena eyed Callisto like she was seriously considering answering ‘you’. Instead, she replied. “Take the bike for a spin. Wanna join me?”
Yeah that would be a very horrible idea that wouldn’t go any place good. “Sure, why not?” Callisto didn’t have anything else she wanted to do. And there was something very appealing to just driving around. Though Callisto would rather chase the distant horizon than come back, but that was just her restlessness showing.
“Wanna take yours or just hang on my back?” Xena disappeared into her room, emerging only when she was dressed in black jeans, boots and a tank top.
“I’ll take mine.” Callisto was possibly trying to avoid as much physical contact with Xena as possible. Cauterizing her broken heart hadn’t worked as well as she’d wanted it to, so she was trying to keep a certain distance while she was healing. She went into her room and got dressed, coming back out in black leather pants, black tank top and boots.
“Okay.” Not arguing, Xena grabbed her helmet and strapped it on as she headed out the door. She felt like she needed a new one. Something spikier. She was fond of the cap style, versus the racing style.
Callisto was grateful that Xena didn’t argue it. She headed out after Xena, longing for the wind in her face and the sense of freedom that came with riding. Perhaps she would take a ride by herself later and simply drive to where the wind took her.