Calypso Zabini (calypsozabini) wrote in vrrpg, @ 2017-05-26 18:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, char: blaise zabini, char: calypso zabini, location: residence, time: 2009 04 |
RP: Tornado Callie
Who: Blaise & Calypso
What: Tornado Callie
When: April 15th (backdated)
Where: Country Home
Warnings: Calypso throws a baby temper tantrum, cries far too much, large catface giving comfort.
Thursday night had been a mess, Callie hadn’t known how to tell Blaise what had happened. How did you explain that you had assumed you were in love with your best friend all because you were trying to figure out your feelings for your significant other, only to realize you didn’t love her. You weren’t in love with her, so what was the point? She had been trying to figure that out by the time Friday had rolled around. She had kept her plans with Astoria, dressing in the slinky little number she had bought for the party she had intended to throw. The night had started out just as normal, the pair going to a club where no one would know their name. It was what happened throughout the night that hadn’t gone as normal. They had fallen into bed together after what had probably been a few too many drinks.
It was late Saturday morning that Callie had apparated home, still in the dress she had worn out with Astoria that night. A black dress that hung off her shoulders and hugged her slender little frame. Her heels were dropped by the front door for someone to trip over if one of the two house elves didn’t get to it first. Her dark locks were in a messy bun up on the top of her head, her black chunky framed glasses on her face. She knew she looked a mess but she knew the only person she wanted to see wouldn’t judge the smeared red lipstick on her lips, the fact that she was still in what she had left in the night before, or the fact that she clearly was on her walk of shame.
Since Kermit had left, Callie had noticed that Blaise wasn’t bringing anyone back to the house. It was with that knowledge that she padded barefoot upstairs to his room, knocking on the door before she poked her head in the door to see if he was in there. When she didn’t see him, she silently slipped around the house looking for him. She found exactly who she wanted out in the garden, curled up in the sun. She could just see his big head and tail, not if he was awake or not. If he had been a real panther, she wouldn’t have just slipped outside and into her safe spot. She settled in against him, her head resting in the crook of his neck, just enough to hide her face after she set her glasses on the ground behind them. She curled up, almost in a fetal like position, as she curled up with her arms around his large fur body. “I really messed up.” She whispered to Blaise, nuzzling her nose into his fur.