moonchild.

— i'm afraid of the sunlight. I don't get to be alright.

[callaxgrant]

dylanvc​:

that depends… anything good in there? “ uhhh, ” he said, looked at the blonde before turning his head around and looking into the refrigerator. “ honestly? not much, ” he spoke and took a step back so that the stranger could look inside at the poor selection of drinks. he smiled and took a step back, looking at the female. “ i see you had the same idea as me, ” dylan spoke and chuckled softly. the female was absolutely gorgeous and he wondered if she was new to the group because he had never seen her before. leaning back against the kitchen island behind him, the grin on his lips widened as he kept his gaze on her the whole time. there was something about the way she smiled at him.  

“ i’m dylan, ” he said, holding his hand out and smiling towards the blonde. “ i haven’t seen you around before. ” dylan honestly couldn’t recognize the girl, which he thought was stupid because she was breathtaking and dylan was pretty sure he would have seen her if she had been around him and his group of friends before. noticing an almost full bottle of rum in the corner of the kitchen, he chuckled and turned to look at the stranger again, “ do you drink rum and coke? i can make us some. i saw a bottle of coke in the fridge and there’s a bottle of someone’s rum over there, ” he said, nodding towards the bottle in question. everyone else seemed to be occupied by what was happening in the living room, because suddenly it was just the two of them and no one else. pushing himself off the counter, he walked over to where the bottle was, grabbing it before opening the cupboard above him. pulling out two glasses, a laugh fell from dylan’s lips. “ i’m pretty sure all of new york is here. ”

calla watched curiously as the other peered into the refrigerator ahead of them but had little hopes in there being anything of real interest in there; certain that the many people occupying the apartment had already taken the good stuff. a suspicion that was confirmed by his reply and further proven as she peered into it herself as if expecting different results. ‘ i see you had the same idea as me’  “yeah, can’t let them have all the fun.” she stated with a small laugh gesturing towards the crowded room full of people. it was about time she loosened up and tried to have a good time, despite how out of her element she had felt. 

‘ i’m dylan ’ at his introduction she smiled taking his hand and giving it a shake. “i’m calla and i keep a low profile so... that’s probably why.” she stated truthfully, calla often found herself declining invitations out in favor of focusing on her studies or not feeling up to being social, despite knowing fully well that she needed to break out of her shell and make the most of her life. “well i won’t say no to that offer.” she stated as she leaned back against the counter watching as dylan made his way over to get the bottle. she couldn’t deny that she was curious about the other and wondering if maybe they would’ve met sooner if she hadn’t always kept to herself. ‘ i’m pretty sure all of new york is here ’ “right? that’s what i thought.” though she couldn’t help but notice that the kitchen had cleared out leaving just the two of them to occupy the space. 

“so, i take it you know the birthday boy fairly well?” she asked curiously, noting how he moved around the place as if he was comfortable in it. 

[callaxgrant]

dylanvc​:

@callaxgrant​

honestly, dylan wasn’t in the mood to go to a party that night, but he had promised one of his friends that he would show up, as it was his friend’s birthday party. dylan wasn’t the type who’d say no to a party usually, but for some reason, he didn’t feel like getting drunk that night. as he stood in front of the apartment, on the top floor of the building, he took a deep breath as he stood out in the hallway. lifting his hand, dylan knocked on the door loudly as the music inside playing, definitely made it difficult for anyone to hear the knock. not long after though, the door opened and his friend stood in the doorway. throwing his hands up, which had two bottles of beer in them, the grin on dylan’s lips widened.

“ happy birthday, man! ” he yelled, before stepping forward and giving his friend a tight hug. it was pretty obvious that he had been drinking for a few hours already. holy shit, dude. you came! i wasn’t sure i managed to convince you or not! “ oh, when have i ever said no to a party, eh? ” he said and laughed, shaking his head as he walked inside, to find the living room and kitchen area packed with people. “ jeez, dude… i didn’t know you knew this many people, ” he chuckled softly and shook his head as he turned to look at the man who just shrugged his shoulders. what can i say, people love me. rolling his brown eyes, dylan lifted his head and looked forward and his eyes soon locked with a girl that he had hooked up with a couple of times at parties. the girl walked towards him and he tilted his head back a little, giving her a gentle smile, hey dylan. “ hey, love. you alright? ” he said as he gave her a one-armed hug, before taking a step back. i’m good. what about you? nodding his head, he smiled softly towards the female. “ i’m good, yeah. ” the two only hooked up whenever they were drunk. sure, he found her attractive, but it was just sex. at least to him.

a couple of hours later, dylan laughed warmly and shook his head at what his friend was doing on the dance floor. come on, dyl. “ you go ahead, man. i’m gonna get some more to drink, ” he said as he held up the half-empty bottle of beer in his hand. he walked into the kitchen, as he walked over and grabbed the refrigerator, pulling it open. hearing movements behind him, he spoke, “ i’m aaaaaaalmost done. can i get you – ” dylan spoke as he turned around and looked at the stranger who stood in front of her. “ uhhhh, wow. ” he blinked, then let a laugh escape from his lips, “ sorry, i just, uh… can i get you anything? ” 

calla had never been one that enjoyed or thrived in social settings; no matter how hard she tried to, instead she would stand on the outskirts looking inwards feeling very much out of place. it was one of the many reasons why she had followed her cousin - imogen - reluctantly as they made their way further into the apartment complex. she simply wasn’t in the mood to pretend like she wanted to be there but with her cousin in charge she didn’t have a choice, plus it would be rude not to show when it was their friends birthday. so; she plastered on a smile as they approached the door already taking note of the loud music that would only be louder upon entering. 

she watched as gen knocked on the door loudly, though probably not nearly loud enough to be heard easily from the inside, but a couple minutes later the door was pulled open and she watched as gen instantly pulled the other into a hug yelling loudly over the music before making her way in the apartment and further away from calla. though, she wasn’t surprised, her cousin always had an easier time settling into her surroundings where as calla always struggled more. “hey, happy birthday!” she said pulling her friend into a hug of her own before noticing just how crowded the space was. “wow, i see you invited all of new york.” she teased. there were a few familiar faces, mainly people she had seen around gen who made friends with everyone she met, but otherwise a lot of people she had never seen before. which had only made her dread the rest of the night more already feeling a degree of separation from everything, knowing she’d be on the outskirts just trying to make it through the night. 

a couple hours had passed as she stood leaning against the wall as she listened to the conversation around her when gen turned over to her. ‘ calla lighten up, go get a drink it’s a party ’ which brought out a sigh from her but instead of arguing she made her way to the kitchen, as it wasn’t that bad of an idea. she squeezed through a group of people approaching the fridge when she noticed she wasn’t the only one with the idea and stood off to the side behind patiently waiting when he turned around. ‘ sorry, i just, uh… can i get you anything? ’ “that depends... anything good in there?” she teased, “or has everyone else completely ransacked it?”  she added with a small laugh though she wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case. 

[callaxgrant]

who is that? oh, that’s just calla may grant. the twenty-two year old college student attends FIT as a fashion design student. she has lived in new york city for her whole life. she is compassionate and friendly, but can also be pretty naive and suspicious. she often reminds people of doodles on napkins, handwritten letters in a box under her bed and latte art. on the side of her college studies, she works as a barista.

STATISTICS

full name : calla may grant

nickname : cal, may 

age & birthday : 22  / april 6th

occupation : student / barista 

sexuality : heterosexual

from : nyc, new york

BIOGRAPHY

tw: leukemia 

when calla was born it had felt almost like a miracle to the grant family who had tried tirelessly to have a child; with no result until that day where she was born as healthy as could be. she was the light of their life and it was hard not to notice with how much love she was given. it wasn’t until she was 10 when their picture perfect life had started to crumble. they started to notice that their typically energetic daughter was starting to feel tired and weak all the time and she complained about being dizzy more frequently. all things that came on quickly but nothing too concerning until they took her to the hospital and several tests later calla was given the official diagnosis of leukemia. 

that was the turning point in her life when everything started to change; where she saw the same hospital walls more than her own bedroom and where the familiar faces were not of her school mates but rather nurses and doctors that would scurry in and out of her room. it was something that calla had a hard time adjusting to but tried to be strong for her parents as she noticed their smiles that never quiet met their eyes. instead she’d fake her own smile but by the time she was 15 no one could tell that her smile wasn’t sincere. they’d just tell her how strong she was while inside all she could do was feel sad. 

she kept herself busy though sketching in her journals or writing letters to her pen pal; all while pretending like it didn’t bother her that she was missing out on things that almost every other kid got to experience. instead she was either in hospitals or being sheltered by her parents who had became more cautious with her. it wasn’t until she was 16 that she was in full remission and for a while it didn’t feel real to her but she didn’t let that stop her from trying to reassemble her life and working towards a future she never fully thought she’d have. 

she kept her grades up and got into FIT as a fashion design student and after a year of commuting from her childhood home her parents allowed her more freedom to move into a small apartment with her cousin/best friend a little bit closer to campus. 

[musingisms]

“Like a wild flower; she spent her days, allowing herself to grow, not many knew of her struggle, but eventually all; knew of her light.”

— ​Nikki Rowe (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

[madelynclinesource]

Madelyn Cline via Chase stokes’ Instagram in 2020

[quietvoiced]