¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (chakram) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-12-09 14:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, callisto, xena |
Good things come to those who wait.
Who: Xena and Callisto
What: Callisto is turning mortal again
When: recently
Where: Xena's condo
status: complete
Rating: PG-13
“Interesting,” Xena said, strolling into the living room. She held up a pair of heels, dangling them on her fingers. “These sure ain’t mine.”
She gave Callisto a cocky smile. “Does this have anything to do with that time you weren’t around all night? I thought you were out bruising, not getting bruised.”
Glancing up, Callisto rolled her eyes. This was definitely what she’d tried to avoid having happen. Now Xena was going to make a horrendously huge deal out of nothing.
“You should know by now I don’t do sex.” Except for that ill-advised time with Xena, but that was the perfect reason why she should avoid physical entanglements. At least her sexuality made it easy to avoid sex. That paired with her stellar personality.
“Uh huh. The shoes tell another story.” Xena dropped the heels onto the coffee table and flopped onto the couch next to Callisto. “Spill it.”
“There was no sex.” And there wasn’t, but she doubted Xena would believe that. “We went to a club, then a bar, started a bar fight, end of story.”
"Really. No sex, in those heels?" She pointed at the shoes. "But you went to a club then had a bar fight." Xena opened a beer. "Sounds like a date to me."
She was ribbing Callisto to get a rise out of her, and to also make her realize that normal human interaction wasn’t a bad thing.
“Do I look like someone who would just have sex?” Now she was getting offended, and probably even insulted underneath it all. Callisto knew Xena was trying to get a rise out of her, but she was trying not to give her one. “It wasn’t a date.”
Seriously, this was the exact reason she hadn’t wanted to talk about that night because she knew Xena would blow it out of proportion. And in turn make her ultra sensitive about her sexuality.
“Then what was it?” Xena took a swig of her beer, easing off of Callisto just a little. “A date don’t have to have anything to do with sex to be a date.”
“It wasn’t a date. She wanted to get out, I wanted to get out, that was it.” She damn well wasn’t going to mention the rather one sided kiss. If Xena was ribbing her this hard just on the potential for it having been a date, she’d never fucking hear the end of it if she knew that Yang had kissed her.
“Okay.” Xena finished her beer, and crushed it. She could sense there was more to this than Callisto was admitting to, but she could also tell she was starting to push too hard. But just a little more. “So you’re making a friend. I knew you could do it.”
Xena still thought Callisto needed a stick dislodged out of her ass, but maybe it didn’t matter how.
“Yeah well, she doesn’t actually know anything about me yet. Don’t get your hopes up.” Not that Callisto was aiming for driving people away, she just knew that crazy psychopaths tended to turn people off. Except for other crazy psychopaths and Yang definitely wasn’t one.
“Your selling yourself short.” Xena got to her feet. She disappeared into the kitchen and a moment later a bottle sailed through the air like a fastball special. “Catch!”
There’d been too much time to think lately. Reflect on her dreams, which were very slowly trudging along. She wondered if Callisto would ever find peace. Her latest dream had her regaining her Chakram, and her own memories. Xena felt suddenly sober. A selfish holiday wish would be Gabrielle, but she knew she’d wish Callisto had peace of mind.
Xena was nice like that.
“I am not. I’m a fucking psychopath, Xena. That’s something that doesn’t go the fuck away.” This had nothing to do with self-esteem and everything to do with her violent tendencies. As far as who she was, she had fine self-esteem because she owned being a psychopath. She wore crazy rather well if she did say so herself.
She caught the bottle, but not without a bit of pain involved. “Ow,” she hissed as she changed the bottle to her other hand and shook the pain out a bit. That was something she hadn’t told Xena, that she was gradually losing her god powers and thus could feel pain and even bleed. Though that split lip she’d gotten may have also been some evidence to that.
“I haven’t seen you go on any murderous rampages,” Xena pointed out. “That’s a step up.” The expression of pain though, was an immediate subject change. It gave Xena an excuse to finally ask about it. “Feeling a bit less goddess-like, are you?”
“That’s because I didn’t do them anywhere near here.” Having the teleportation power had done wonders for allowing her to commit crimes without getting caught here. Besides, setting wildfires had proved to be immense fun. “Yeah, I am.”
“Oh course.” Xena opened her second beer. “Don’t tell me any more about that.” She came back over to Callisto, sitting next to her. “How do you feel about that? Turning mortal again.”
“I hadn’t planned on even telling you that much.” She looked at the beer in her hand. She hadn’t opened it yet. “It’s weird I guess. Kinda wish it would’ve just gone away overnight like how it had appeared, not this gradual shit.”
"Too late." Xena took a a swig. "Like ripping off the bandaid?" That made sense. A gradual wearing away meant one didn't know how long it would take, or how strong they'd be at any time.
"Can't help you with that." And she wouldn't use the hind's blood dagger, either.
“Not something anyone can help with.” Callisto responded. Which was true, she didn’t even know what was controlling that aspect, just that it was happening. “Sadly I can’t drink an unlimited amount of alcohol and still be able to drive just fine anymore.”
“Thought part of you hated that,” Xena said. “I know you liked gettin’ to drink without feeling it, but don’t it suck that you end up not feeling it?”
“I hated some aspects of it. Like the lack of bleeding for having even the slightest bruise to show for getting in fights. Though not having a hangover the next morning is something I rather loved.” That was something she was going to need to get used to again.
“God. Imagine getting drunk and not having the hangover.” Xena swiped her thumb over the top of her lip. Just thinking about that was a nice thought. “Ain’t sure I’d be all that happy about the not bleeding part. I like my scars.”
“Believe me, it’s as good as it sounds.” Hangovers could be killer, especially with how much she sometimes drank lately. “Sometimes getting injured is the only thing that I really feel.” Which was another part of her that was tricky. Callisto didn’t feel much of anything aside from anger and rage. Pain was at least something different, but that had been taken away while she’d been a god.
Pain was a part of life. Xena understood that. Pain meant you were alive. If pain couldn’t be felt, did that mean you weren’t actually alive? What did that make a god? Not that Xena ever really saw Callisto as a god. An incredibly powerful maniac, but not a god in anything but technicality. “I wish I could change that for you.”
Despite the powers and such that gods enjoyed, Callisto hadn’t really thought of herself as a god. She didn’t consider herself the goddess of anything. It had simply been another state of being to her. Callisto had been pretty much everything under the sun now. She’d been mortal, undead (or just straight up dead, it was difficult to tell that one), immortal, a god, a demon and an angel. That had been quite the life path, to say the least. She shrugged. “I don’t expect it to change. It’s just how I’m wired.”
Callisto, goddess of chaos and pain. It had a certain ring to it. “You might be wired a certain way, but that doesn’t mean you couldn’t feel other things. I know you can. I’ve seen it.”
The dreams, the sex, the way Callisto looked at her when she didn’t think Xena was noticing.
“It takes a lot to get to that point, though.” Things didn’t happen overnight for her. Depending on what it was, it could take years. Callisto hadn’t fallen for Xena right away. That had taken a couple years to cultivate. She just didn’t think people wanted to put that much effort into trying to hook her, and she was fine with that.
“Good things come to those who wait.” Xena peered down into her beer, swishing it around and pouting because it was almost empty. Waiting required patience. Xena could be patient, but there were things that she didn’t want to be patient for. Pining for people who didn’t exist would get her nowhere.
And yet…
“For those who have patience.” Which Callisto had exactly zero of. She was impetuous more often than not, and tended to prefer acting without thinking beyond the moment. She didn’t really like being patient and waiting for things to happen. She preferred doing whatever she felt like doing in the moment.
Xena waved her hand at Callisto. “I know, you got less patience than most. That ain’t really your fault.” If only wishes could come true. Xena knew what she wanted, and yet she also knew the right thing. Besides, Gabrielle didn’t deserve to have the kind of dreams she’d have. Or to have someone miss her so much. Xena figured she’d have a hard time not being creepy clingy.
Callisto definitely wasn’t going to sit and wait for something that probably wouldn’t happen. No matter how hard Xena pushed her to try. She wasn’t concerned about romantic entanglements. In fact, she was preferring to forego that completely. It wasn’t for her. She took a drink of her beer and wondered just where these dreams were going to end up for her. If they ever did end because not even death stopped them.
Whatever that end was, Xena was sure neither of them were ready for it. She finished her beer, and got up. “Life sucks. Even you’ll die.”
“Yep I will. Clearly sooner rather than later.” It was mostly meant in response to her mortality coming back. It was back to life as normal, heading towards the impending death she’d once known loomed on the horizon waiting to claim her.