Cal Rook

Callum 'Cal' Rook | 36/327 | Faerie | Entrepreneur/Criminal

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montykirshbaum:

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Days bled into each other at the Sanatorium and soon, Monty found himself less eager to get to work than he was to get home– there was excitement and friendship to be had at the bar, but there was something else waiting in the myriad of boxes and chaos of his apartment. He was grinning now, as the clock edged closer to another shift done, whipping around to face a new patron at the bar. “What can I get you?” The fae asked cheerily, pausing when he recognized the face. “Callum!” He exclaimed, reaching for a glass, “Welcome back, I haven’t seen you in a while.”

Somehow, it seemed like an age since Cal had properly gone to the bar. Not to say he hadn’t gotten drunk, but he’d been doing it at home or in less public places but it was about time he got back out on the town. He’d generally had good luck at The Sanatorium so that’s where he found himself, He noticed Monty at the bar and smiled, much less drunk than last time they’d had their little encounter but no less pleased to see the other fae. Cal took a seat and waited for Monty to notice him, smiling when he did. “It has been some time, hasn’t it? I guess I missed you too much to stay away any longer.” Cal gave him a cheeky grin. The night was starting out well already. “Make me another one of your surprise drinks. It worked so well last time.” 

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hopelesslymezei:

His blue eyes cast downwards to watch Cal’s finger run over the top of his tattoo and a playful smile crossed his lips. He was tempted to just take the shirt off right then and there. But he knew how Cal liked to play and teasing was part of the fun.  “ Oh don’t worry, by the end of the night you will get to see all my new tattoos.” he assured him as he leaned a bit into his touch. He turned and followed him his arm moving around his waist as they explored the mansion. He could spend days doing all sorts of sinful things with Cal. He may just need to call in sick tomorrow just so he could spend some more time here. If Cal wanted that of course. But who wouldn’t want a couple day long fuck session? 

 His hand moved from his waist to his ass as they explored the mansion, finally ending up in the living room. This place was fucking amazing. He honestly couldn’t even pretend not to be impressed. He was pretty sure his whole apartment could fit in Cal’s living room and there would still be space.  “I think I need to call in sick and just spend the next couple days here with you further exploring and properly testing this place.” he said as he gave him a teasing smile before finally pulling away from him so he could get their drinks. He moved over and he looked out the big glass windows admiring the view. The closest he had even been to some place like this was back in New York. He met this guy, they hit it off and went back to his penthouse suite where they swam naked in his glass based pool that over looked the city. Compared to Cal’s mansion though, that memory seemed like some unimpressive studio apartment. “ What is it you said you did again?” he asked. “ I am starting to think bar tending ain’t gonna cut it.” He chuckled. 

“Tattoos, plural? Well then I’m greatly looking forward to it.” Cal liked tattoos, on other people. He’d never thought to get any himself. His body was already a work of art, he didn’t need to add anything to it to make it better. Mezei got a little handsy as they went on the tour but Cal hardly minded, letting his own teasing fingertips trace over Mezei's arms, back, ass and various other parts of his anatomy. This would be good, spending a night or whatever with Mezei. Nice and uncomplicated, just some good old fashioned fun which Cal felt like he was in sore need of lately, considering all that had been going on. Having a friend with benefits was always uncomplicated and Cal would be sure not to let it become complicated. They wouldn't blur any lines here, the faerie would be sure of it. There was already too much going on in his heart and his head so he needed to keep everything else simple. 

Cal laughed at the suggestion. "I'd hardly object. We could invite a few more people tomorrow and really make it a party." The faerie did so enjoy his group activities and it lessened the danger of him getting too attached to a single partner. Finished making their drinks, Cal carried the glasses over to  Mezei and joined him at the window, handing one of them to the hunter. "I'm an entrepreneur so it really depends on what projects I'm working on. Recently, I was dealing in art." 

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nclxnderson:

“That doesn’t faze me,” he responded simply. “I like listening to people talk. It’s cathartic.” Smiling, he brought his hand over to rest shamelessly closer. “Sounds pretty close to mine, but I arrived five years ago. Live on the outskirts in a mansion, as well. I don’t care for what company I have, just as long as I’m getting drunk. Don’t care much for material possessions or lifestyle other than my cars and my house. As for sensuality– like I said; singular.”

“Then clearly we’re well matched.” He meant it in a number of ways, clearly, but if they were a talker and a listener that was also beneficial. The faerie noticed Nolan’s hand and placed his next to it, lightly running his fingertips over the vampire’s skin as Nolan talked a little bit about himself. “I’m afraid I’ll have to disagree with you about the material possession, I rather like having lavish and expensive things.” He chuckled a little at the last comment and sipped his drink again. “That’s the second time you’ve mentioned that, love. I’m going to accuse you of being a horrible tease if you don’t elaborate soon.” The expression on his face and the look in his eyes indicated that being called a tease by Cal was by no means an insult. 

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nclxnderson:

“In regards to the alcohol, sweetheart. Get your head out of the gutter,” he mused as he set his own drink down, shifting all of his attention to the other. “Glad we have the same preferences. Makes it easier to enjoy the company.” Tapping on the glass briefly, he chuckled softly. “So, since I bought you a drink, it’s only far you tell me about yourself.”

“I’m afraid it set up permanent residence there a long time ago.” Cal quipped, not offended in the least. “That it does. Hopefully that extends to more than just drinks.” Bold, but Cal generally was. His eyebrow went up slightly at the request. “I suppose so. Dangerous subject to get me on, though, I can talk about myself quite extensively. I’m an entrepreneur, I came to this bizarre little hamlet about half a year ago and recently bought a mansion here so it seems I may be staying a while. I thoroughly enjoy handsome, blue-eyed acquaintances who buy me drinks, the finer things in life, and a wide array of sensual pursuits.” He grinned and sipped his drink, also turning to face Nolan fully. “What about you, love?” 

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mermaidtalia:

“Oh I know we will.” Talia said with a grin that lit up her features, less the fake smile she actually wore when it came more to working. She was pleased at least that she could feel he was enjoying what she was doing. “I live in the dark side, its much more fun to be in the shadows.” She said with a wink, slightly distracted by the hands on her body, she bit her lip grinning and pressing her body against his. “Well, I call myself Jewel when I’m working. But it’s Talia.” Of course she had a fake name to give to people who were too insistent, but it wasn’t a name she wanted to hear when she was really enjoying herself in private. “And what do I call you, handsome?”

“I couldn’t agree more.” To both statements, really. While he’d worked his way up the social ladder, Cal still was more comfortable, as a criminal, on the fringes of society. Most people just didn’t know he was a criminal and that’s how he preferred it. The cigarette had become more of a nuisance than an enjoyment now, since it kept one of his hands occupied so he took a last long drag off it before pinching it out with his fingers. He dropped it on the floor and crushed it under his boot heel again, just to be safe, intent on picking it up later, provided he wasn’t too distracted. He had both hands free now and put them to good use, skilled fingers moving all over her body, covered and uncovered parts alike, applying pressure in some places and lightly ghosting over others. “Good to know, Talia.” She asked for his name and he smiled, leaning more into her body so the space between them was negligible. “Cal, but you can call me all kinds of things in the throes of passion...” He trailed off, still smirking. 

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hopelesslymezei:

 Mezei waited for him to open the door before he looked up with a smile. He walked in and took off his shoes setting them aside. He wasn’t going to need them anyways. He immediately felt more at ease which he was positive was just par of Cal’s charm. He handed him the bag. He couldn’t help but lean in and capture his lips in a kiss. He held the kiss for a moment before stepping back and slipping off his jacket to hang it up. He had left his gun in the glove box of his truck. He wasn’t going to need it in here. 

   “ It is bad luck to go to someones house without a proper gift. Besides with how much we drink I felt it was appropriate to help contribute in some way. My new boss bust be trying to one up his brother or something cause he ordered a ton of expensive whiskey, scotch and gin.” He teased as he smoothed his hair back a bit. He had run home and changed into a clean pair of jeans and a looser white t-shirt that had some black and grey design on it. Peeking out of the top of the collar of his shirt was the tip of his newest tattoo that he had gotten since the last time he saw Cal. Well one of the new ones he had gotten. He may have gone a bit over board and gotten a few. He liked them. He took a look around and let out a long whistle.  “ Hot damn, this place looks awesome. Do I get a tour?” he asked with a smile at him as he looked around excited before looking back at him. This place was cool. Of course he imagined most mansions were. 

Cal appreciated the fact that Mezei took off his shoes. It was only polite, after all, but still something not everyone did. In a home as nice as Cal’s, it was even more important to keep things nice and neat. The faerie took both the bag containing alcohol and the kiss, pleased with both and he was smiling when Mezei pulled back to hang up his jacket. Cal already had some glasses and alcohol out but he could easily add Mezei’s to the mix. 

The faerie chuckled at Mezei’s comment. “I’m not about to stop you, since you’re bringing me booze. Such a competition seems to be our gain, anyway.” Taking a closer look at the other man, Cal noticed what looked like a tattoo that hadn’t been there before just visible above the collar of Mezei’s shirt. “I’m more than willing to give you a tour so long as you show me the rest of this.” Cal mused, dragging a teasing fingertip over the just visible tip of the tattoo. He hoped to be exploring it with his tongue later. True to his word, Cal took him on a tour of the spacious mansion which had many extravagantly decorated and furnished rooms, making lewd comments or hinting at various unsavory things they could do in each room while giving the tour. They finally ended in a living room/sitting room where Cal had set out the booze and glasses, settling Mezei’s next to them. “What do you think, love?” The hunter already seemed awed just by the fact that it was a mansion so Cal had no doubt he’d be impressed. He poured them drinks while he waited for an answer. 

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a-painintheneck:

Malachi didn’t care whether Callum believed him or not. He never cared for his opinion in the slightest at all and he was not about to start now. The truth was that Malachi no longer felt Cal’s presence looking above Henryk like some dark cloud because Henryk had made it quiet clear that he wanted nothing physical or emotional to do with the faerie. There was friendship, and he wasn’t foolish to believe that the other vampire had absolutely no care for Callum at all. However, he knew that if pushed came to shove Henryk wouldn’t hesitate to put Callum out of his misery. Wasn’t jealousy what he felt anymore but a deep disgust towards the creature standing in front of him. Wasting away in his own skin. Of course he would argue with every word he said. Of course he could get defensive and try to prove to him that he wasn’t a sexual deviant but just someone who oozed charm.  ❝Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.❞ He added in a muffled chuckle once Callum was done talking.  ❝Of course you do, I mean you’re so honorable.❞ There was mockery behind his words as he watched him, almost moving with the grace of a … well, faerie.  ❝That’s hardly a disappointment.❞ Malachi confessed. He knew what he was but Callum seemed to live in a state of perpetual denial. When he expressed the lack of fear he felt towards him Malachi had no choice but to laugh it off, waving his hand as if he had heard a joke. ❝I know, it’s adorable the way you’re mistaking bravery for stupidity. I’m not threatening you, I’m warning you. There is a difference. And you said it yourself. I’m violent, and repugnant and I gambled with the life of someone I care deeply for to get what I want. What do you think I’d  do to you, mhm? You shouldn’t fear me Cal, but at least be smart enough to stay out of my way.❞ 

Every meeting with Malachi, as few as they might have been, seemed useless and redundant. They were clearly never going to see eye to eye and they generally just threatened or barbed each other until someone got fed up and walked away. Perhaps this particular meeting was a little different because Cal wasn’t nearly as effected by Malachi’s words and the vampire wasn’t as right about him as he thought. That was something, anyway. Cal merely raised an eyebrow at the Freud quote but didn’t bother commenting on it. The next words had his eyes narrowing and his expression hardening, however. “I may be many things, but a rapist is not one of them. I wonder if you can say the same?” It wouldn’t at all surprise Cal if Malachi had used his compulsion to get people into bed before. Certainly Jasper had been willing at first, but later on Cal wasn’t at all sure how much consent he’d been able to give. Just another reason to hate Malachi added to the long list. “You wouldn’t think so.” It wasn’t surprising that Malachi embraced his monstrous nature but to imply that they were anything alike was disgusting. Malachi went on and Cal was thoroughly finished with this conversation. “I’d be exceedingly happy if I never saw you again, but unfortunately our mutual attachment to Henryk makes that rather unavoidable in a town this size. Regardless, I’ll do my best to avoid you. Now, I have an infinite number of things I’d rather be doing than this.” It wasn’t an olive branch of any kind and Cal still wanted to hurt Malachi, to destroy him, but since they both had eternity he could be patient on that count. With no more farewell than that, Cal moved passed Malachi and disappeared into the woods. 

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nclxnderson:

“Nolan Anderson, and the pleasure’s all mine, handsome,” he smirked from behind his glass in return. Glancing at the bartender, he waved his two fingers to signal another round before he chuckled fondly. “My tastes are very— singular. Spoiling is what I’m good at,” he mused, watching as their drinks were delivered. “If you don’t like it, you can order something else. I have no shortage of money to spend on you.”

“I think at least a little of the pleasure is mine, dear Nolan.” Cal replied, definitely meaning that to be as much of an innuendo as it sounded. “Singular? Do tell.” The faerie was intrigued by that, pleased when their drinks arrived. “That’s excellent to hear, though I’m sure you have impeccable taste.” In truth, unless it was truly terrible, Cal would drink most alcohol. He sipped his drink and nodded, happy with what he’d been given. “Nice and stiff, just the way I like it.” He grinned, apparently unable to stop with the innuendos but Nolan certainly seemed all for it, what with his flattery and generosity. 

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mermaidtalia:

Talia felt her smirk growing when the scratches were mentioned, now she was far more looking forward to what would happen later on when they were somewhere either more or less secluded, danger did run in her veins after all. “I’ll make sure it’s a good evening.” Talia said with a wink as she straddled his lap and ground against him. “Funny enough I try my best to follow them most of the time, but certain people I just can’t stop myself.”

“I think we both will, darling.” Cal smirked and watched her as he took another drag from the cigarette. She knew what she was doing when it came to lap dances and Cal was clearly enjoying it. “Do you? Well, I’m honoured to be one of the ones who tempts you to the dark side...” He mused, grinning wickedly as he slid his hand from her ass to her hip and further up, slowly and deliberately. “What’s your name, love? So I know for later.” The implication there was clear and his eyes sparkled mischievously. 

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nclxnderson:

“So, we meet again,” Nolan purred from behind his drink, steely blue eyes watching the other with more than a hint of lust. “I’m gonna have to start learning names around here if the company is gonna be as good-looking as this all the time.” Smiling, he completely faced towards the other with a swivel of his chair before resting against the edge of the bar. Usually clad in his black leather jacket, he pressed for a change, instead slipping into a dark suit for the evening. “Can I buy you a drink?”

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Cal glanced over and smiled when he saw the handsome man he’d helped with a bit of a math problem some time ago. He seemed different tonight, somehow, more predatory but Cal liked that lustful look in his eyes and hoped to take full advantage of it. “So we do.” The faerie agreed, turning to full face the other man as he did the same. “It does tend to be helpful but I’m one of if not the best looking person you’re going to find in this town.” Cal grinned, as he always did to soften his cheeky arrogance. “Cal Rook, darling, at your service.” He gave a slight half bow from where he was seated. “Certainly, though you’ve already treated me by dressing up in such a nice suit. I do so enjoy being spoiled, though.” The man was a vampire, which only made things better. Oh, this was going to be fun. 

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a-painintheneck:

❝Will you give it a rest?❞ This whole thing was starting to annoy him. ❝You’re not going to make me jealous. I don’t care if Henryk decides to rekindle his friendship with you because I know that is all you’ll get. But … that is never enough for you, is it?❞ Henryk did not need to tell him about his encounters with Callum because he had a pretty good idea of how they went. He knew how Callum functioned and how he enjoyed pushing someone’s buttons until they caved. It was sad, really. He listened to the things Callum had to say about him, chuckling a little in between words. The faerie wasn’t wrong. He was savage and violent and selfish. ❝I treat everyone like they are worthless until they prove their worth.❞ He shrugged, taking a seat on a tree trunk. ❝I find you insufferable.❞ Callum didn’t ask for his reasons to hate him but he was going to share them regardless. At least some of them. ❝I think you’re a joke. I look at you and see nothing of value. Just sweat and spilled cum. This thing you do … the desperation to get into someone’s pants is pitiful and the only way you get away with it is because you look the way you do. You take advantage of that faerie dust to try and persuade Henryk to fuck you even when you know he’s with me. I can only imagine you do the same to others, not caring if they have someone or not. You just care about getting yourself off so you can fill some kind of hole and feel special for a few seconds before going back to your lonely little life. And yet, you stand there and you judge me for my brutality? Monsters wear many faces, Callum.❞ He sighed, eyes boring on him. ❝If Henryk wishes to be friends with you again I’m not going to make a big scene about it because I trust him. You on the other hand …. you ever pull one of your little stunts again, and I will rip your dick off with my bare hands. I’m sure you’ll hate that. Me, being the last being on earth to cup a feel?❞

“No? I didn’t realise you’d overcome your insecurity and violent possessiveness since the last time I saw you. Apologies.” It wasn’t sincere, of course, and the whole statement was very sarcastic. The idea of Malachi not being jealous was laughable. “Isn’t it? Do tell me what I want, since you apparently know me so well.” There was a steely edge to those words, since all of the vampire’s presumptions were really starting to get on Cal’s nerves. Granted, he did want more from Henryk than friendship but he didn’t seem inclined to give it, especially considering the Malachi situation, so Cal would take the friendship and leave it at that, no matter how hard it was for him. At least it was something, even if it paled in comparison to what they used to have. The faerie probably should’ve expected that Malachi would counter Cal’s complaints about him with complaints of his own but it was still annoying and he gave an aggravated sigh but listened nonetheless. It wasn’t different from the fair, this time, because Malachi wasn’t as right as he assumed himself to be so instead of angry and hurt, Cal watched him in irritation until he was finished. Naturally, he finished with a threat. “It’s hardly desperation when most people already want me without my having to lift a finger. And you’re wrong, actually. I don’t use my “faerie dust” to get people into bed. Anyone who’s there wants to be there entirely of their own volition and I find the idea of using my glamour to force people there entirely repugnant.” That was no better than rape in his eyes and Cal was vehemently against that. “Terribly sorry to disappoint but you’re the only monster here.” Cal was also an incredibly generous lover and cared about getting his partner off almost more than himself, so Malachi was wrong again but it would be tiring to continuously point that out. The threat only made Cal raise his eyebrows. “There it is, that violence you’re so well known for. I’m surprised it took this long. Is that supposed to make me quake in my boots? Feel free to spout your threats as much as you want, Malachi, because unlike many in this town, I’m not afraid of you.” It was a bold statement but it was also true. Malachi made him feel all kinds of negative emotions but, even though he’d already shot him (or perhaps because of that), fear wasn’t one of them. 

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hopelesslymezei:

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 Mezei turned off his truck and took in the sight before him. When Cal said he bought a mansion he wasn’t fucking kidding. This place was huge. Mezei had just gotten off work and bought a bottle of their expensive whiskey to bring with him. After the shitty night he had he needed a pick me up. Something Cal was always good for. He hopped out of his truck and shut the door carrying the bag with the whiskey in one hand. He headed up the steps and took a chance to look around. Hot damn this place was nice. He rang the door bell and waited patiently to be let in.

It was shocking, really, that Cal had barely had anyone over to break in the new place. Granted, he’d mostly bought it as a distraction from heartbreak and because he obviously wasn’t rooming with Felix anymore so he needed a place to live. Still, it was long past time he had someone over to break in the new bed or any of the new furniture, really, so when Mezei texted him it provided the perfect opportunity. The place was spotless, currently, and extravagantly and ornately decorated. It wasn’t quite to the level of his old place in Ontario but he would get it there soon enough. It still screamed opulence and that’s what Cal wanted. When the doorbell rang, Cal smiled and walked over to admit his guest. “Hello, darling.” He stepped aside to let Mezei walk in, eyebrows going up when he spotted the bag. “You didn’t tell me you were bringing a present other than your delectably handsome self. I’m flattered.” 

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mermaidtalia:

“But anything else is allowed? That leaves me a big list. What about scratches on your back? Sometimes I can get rather.. scratchy when it’s good.” Talia said, biting her lip. “Well then tall dark and handsome I think we have the ground rules laid out pretty well. As for me I’m up for anything as long as they’re not gaping wounds that I can’t cover up the next day, and I’m really good a bruise control.” She slipped almost into routine as she danced in his lap, moving up to whisper in his ear. “You can touch, just nothing that’s covered. But it’s not long until I’m off work and I’ve been a rule breaker since day one.”

“Nearly anything, yes.” Oh, she was going to be fun, Cal could already tell. His grin only widened when she mentioned scratches. “Those are most definitely encouraged.” Now he knew what to aim for  if that’s what she did when it was good. “It sounds like we’re set to have a very enjoyable evening then, love.” He plucked the cigarette from between his lips with his free hand and blew smoke away from her face, warming quickly to her dance. “I do so enjoy rule breakers.” He murmured, eyes twinkling as his questing fingers touched her more confidently, moving up her thigh and over her covered ass. He was a rule breaker too, after all. 

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40. Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

Cal probably has a bit of a superiority-complex. He’s spent his whole life trying to prove he’s worth more than that orphan in the gutter he used to be and so professes himself to be perfect, or as near as anyone can get, though he fears deep down that he isn’t and that all he’s done to work his way up just hides the truth. It’s a bit complicated because he knows that he’s worth something, but he can still sometimes be made to feel like he isn’t. 

36, What makes them feel guilty?

Unintentionally hurting people. At his core, Cal really isn’t a malicious person, so when things he does unintentionally hurt someone he cares about he ends up feeling guilty about it. When he’s trying to hurt people, obviously this doesn’t apply, and he likes to cause mischief and sometimes confuse or inconvenience people but generally, really hurting people isn’t usually his intention. 

21. Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

Turn-ons: most things, really, that can be done in the bedroom (or anywhere else you can have sex). Some specifics include teasing or being teased, making his partner really lose control, anything involving alcohol being licked off of his or someone else’s body or being shared in some kind of way between them during intimate actions. 

Turn-offs: actual violence, anything scatological or involving watersports, bleeding (except with vampires), and ugliness (which is definitely subjective like someone’s face could turn him off but scars tend not to bother him). 

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18. Favorite beverage?

Cal is incredibly fond of rum, though he really likes any high quality alcohol. He’ll drink just about anything alcoholic but his favourites tend to be expensive and well regarded. As for non-alcoholic, it’s tea all the way. It’s really the only incredibly British thing he still holds onto aside from his slight accent. 

27. What is their biggest regret?

Answered!

38. Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?

Cal’s generally more of a Type B, more willing to go with the flow and enjoy things than he is incredibly competitive. He’s definitely not a workaholic and enjoys the pleasures in life to excess. That being said, he is somewhat sensitive and status-conscious, at least when it comes to how people view his status. 

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30. Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

Cal’s only family died when he was a child and he didn’t really know how to deal with it, since he was so young and survival became the most important things. If he loses someone he really loves though, either a friend or a lover, he takes it heart. Heartbreak and grief combined tend to plunge him into decade long stints of drinking and poor decisions to try and forget or work through it until he finally comes out the other side. He’s generally a lot more sensitive than he seems and tragedy hits him hard. 

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47. If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

Cal’s already been in love several times with vastly different people. Ideally though, they’re attractive, adventurous, devoted to him and almost most importantly at this point, won’t leave him, either by choice or from death. He’s flexible when it comes to monogamy, so that’s by no means a requirement, but ultimately he’d have to know that they really did love him and they wouldn’t leave him for someone else. They’d have to be able to calm those insecurities and deal with his angst from his previous heartbreaks.