Callister Galatas

Callister Aegeus Barak Galatas. Thirty-Five Years Old. Crowned Prince of Greece. Brother. The Future.

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james:

“I do apologize, I really have to finish this up.” James smiled apologetically, but his eyes never left the screen as he continued to type up one of the many letters he typically sent out on a daily basis. He was always busy - who wouldn’t be with two jobs - but that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t give any attention to the person who had entered his office. “I’ll be with you in a moment, I promise. Why don’t you take a seat, and get a cup of tea? I’ve got Yorkshire tea, something I ship all the way from the UK.”

Callister only gave a short nod and waited, opting instead to remain standing and silent. Quiet eyes perused the office and the man, mildly curious as to the nature of his work but also too pre-occupied with thoughts to question it. “Take your time,” he finally offered and let his mind wander as he glanced out the window.

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lilliana:

“I haven’t opened my doors yet, and here you are,” Lilliana said with a chuckle and a smile. She had the day off because she wanted to finish a design up so she can get started sewing it up, but after making sure everything was fine to open, her first costumers were at the door. “Alright, come on, tell me what you need fixed.”

Callister offered a tired, thin smile and checked his watch. He hadn’t slept in a day or so and, well, time was the first thing he ended up forgetting. “Forgive me, if you would rather I come back later, I will. It’s just a few torn shirts.”

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oleander:

Ollie was never one to be too good on his feet. They seemed to always make him trip and fall… often. Today was nothing new as he was sweeping an accident of his up, another vase bites the dust, before he slipped on a water puddle, no doubt also his fault and fell straight to his back, just in time to hear the chime of the bell above the door. Groaning to himself, he just decided to stay put and pray death take him post haste. “Don’t mind me, enjoying the view of the ceiling,“ he explained without looking toward the customer.

While he was never one for decorations, Callister was keenly aware of his declining mental health. Curtains were often closed, his quarters were a mess, and he didn’t often socialize. He’d opened the curtains, cleaned, and now it was time for more. Flowers seemed logical, though he couldn’t find logic in the man laying in the shop. “Ah.. I see. And how many times have you counted the tiles?”

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rosamie:

“I can not believe I missed a speed dating event!” When she had emerged from her room to see the type of event the castle had held for them over valentine’s day, one of her favorite holidays in the world, Rosa had been as livid as Rosa could get…which, with her being her, wasn’t as hot tempered as most would think. “I bet a lot of juicy stuff happened that day. Tell me someone found the love of their life and they ran off to get married together? Please? It would make my day.” She knew the chances of it having happened were pretty much zero to none but she needed something to carry her through the day. And what better than a little romance brewing?

Callister glanced up from the sketchbook he had decided to play around with and offered a small smile. “I would hate to think they put so much effort only for it to fail. Surely someone did, if just to humor you.”

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magdalena:

“I’ll take that as an admission that I am your favourite, thank you,” Lena replied with a smile. His vivid description made her wince. “That’s… awfully colorful, Cal. Have you been to the doctor lately? Drinking enough fluids and getting enough rest?” 

Forever in a foul mood, he grunted and wished for someone to snap his neck or take away the damned cold he suffered with. “If you wish.” A gruff chuckle did sound though and he tried to ignore the throbbing headache. “Forgive me,” he beckoned without meaning it. “I’m not in a very polite mood. Yes, yes, and yes, despite my protests. Usually I can handle this but this cold is stubborn.”

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cassandra:

“You are not much older than I am, Callister,” she pointed out. Even though she protested his comment, there was a smile on her face. It stayed as he went to grab her presents. “You did not need to get me anything,” Cassandra chided, taking the boxes from him. “What is inside?” she asked, content to be told as opposed to being surprised. “I am happy with the breaking of the betrothal,” she admitted. “I have no interest in the arrangement as long as father does not blame me for the failure,” she explained. “And as far as asking me for something in return, I simply need to go along with it.”

“The gap feels larger.” He offered a tired, very tired smile her way and it stayed even as he took a seat and watched her. “Need is different than want.” Understanding the preference, Callister chuckled and resisted the tickle in his throat best he could. “A map of the stars from the day you were born, a collection of mythology books, and a gardening set for your quarters.” They didn’t feel like enough, very few things did to Callister, but he tried and hoped. Still, he shifted and turned more towards her, fairly pleased that his last question had been ignored and answered thusly. “We’ve all been there. If he does, tell me and I’ll speak with him, should you like.”

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cas:

Cas had always loved the heat of a nice fire in the winter, but Russia seemed to bring out a substantial amount more appreciation for them. Walking by a room he spotted a warm hearth that he made his way to. Before getting too close though, he noticed his brother looking, quite frankly, like a mess. Hopping over the back of a couch he kept his distance as he gave him a once over. “You look like shit.” 

The sudden movement made Cal jump and prepare a stinging set of snarls before he got a good look at who it was. Speak of the devil, eh? He instead cleared his throat and gave a rough chuckle, coughing as he flipped up his middle finger. “Shit, where did that come from?”

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magdalena:

“Well, you missed your favourite cousin’s birthday,” Lena told him matter-of-factly. “By which I mean Izsak’s, of course,” she clarified, though hers had been just shy of two weeks after her brother’s. “But aside from that, I don’t think much happened,” she said with a shrug. “Are you feeling any better?” 

“Mm, or are you my favorite? You’ll never know.” An easy, if tired smile appeared and he took another sip of tea. “I feel like death dragged me a mile then tried to shit down my throat. Does that answer your question?”

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cassandra:

“Missing something?” Cassandra asked, watching her brother closely, a small frown growing on her lips. “His name is Sahir, crown of the UAE,” she replied, her hands falling to her lap. “But it is alright. Sahir is determined to break the betrothal and has agreed to take the blame for it. So I have hope that father will not blame me as it dissolves.”

“Do not get old, little one; the memory is the first part that goes.” While somber advice, he offered a weary smile for it, an attempt to show he was joking. “I have your birthday presents here; I would have given them on the day but did not want to risk you getting sick. I just.. don’t- ah!” Spotting them neatly tucked in a corner, wrapped in their silver packaging and retrieved the four items. A long, slim box, a much larger one, and two of medium sizes  and carted them over, listening all the while and attempting to not interrupt. The presents were stacked before her and he slowly exhaled, sniffled and wished the bastard who gave him a cold a painful death. “Ah, I’ve met him. Interesting man. Is the arrangement of breaking the betrothal something you are comfortable with? Has he asked anything of you in return?” He offered another small smile and sat again, adjusted the blanket around his shoulders. “Am I asking too many questions?”

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valentin​:

The question stopped him from saying whatever stupid thing was gonna fly out of his mouth. No one had ask him that since it even happened. “I am, but…last time I wasn’t.” he answered truthfully. “I was almost like a little ghost, wondering around here. But I talked to some people and I’m okay. Just gotta take it one day at a time, yeah?” Val said with a short, hollow laugh. 

Tentative, Callister took a few steps forward, though he paused in case space was needed. Patient and silent as stone, he listened and kept his hands at his sides. It wouldn’t do any good to be intimidating to a clearly hurting person, would it? “Sure, healing is something that can take time. Would you like to talk about it?”

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margarita:

“Really must’ve felt like an eternity.” It sure felt like that for her- the past few weeks that is. At Callister’s question, however, Maggie laughed. “It does! In summer. For maybe five minutes, if you’re really lucky.” She joked. “I promise, it’s usually not like that in the whole Russia.”

“Close enough to it,” he agreed with a small, tired laugh followed by a wince. “I suppose now would be a good time to concoct an escape plan to home. It seems I have time to do so.”

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ethan:

“Well…” Ethan started before trailing off for a moment to think over what to say. He didn’t know the prince well. About as well as he knew all the other non-english royals. But the man was a built like a tank and it was hard not to be a little intimidated by him. “…Then I’m just going to say nothing happened then.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Callister gave a chuckle and shook his head, despising the way it felt like his brain was sloshing around in a dense fog. “Well, I did say I would accept a lie, didn’t I?” Still cold, he took a deeper drink of tea. “How were your holidays?”

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poppy​:

“Depends, how long were you indisposed?” Poppy inquired with a quirked eyebrow. “The entire empire could have fallen.”

“A few weeks,” Callister guessed, although a quick look might have shown the exact timeframe. Frankly, he was too tired to bother. “Essentially throughout the holidays.”

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kala:

Kala smiled softly and leaned in to kiss his cheek, hardly concerned with getting sick herself. “I don’t know about anything terribly dramatic. But I did miss you. You should have just let me hide away with you. I could have taken care of you.” She pouted playfully at him. “How are you feeling?”

As she moved closer, an arm rested easily around her waist, keeping her there for a moment. “And risk you falling ill? That would be the only time I would deny your company.” It was true, albeit foolish. A fingertip touched the pout she aimed his way and he kissed her brow. “Better. Tired, little stuffy, but I’ll be fit to fight your dragons soon enough, m’lady.”

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rebekah:

A lie huh? “I heard one of the kitchen staff got reprimanded for skinny dipping in the pool.” She grinned before laughing. “Nothing dramatic actually. A couple of birthdays with some sweet treats - if you talk to the staff they might have kept some by?”

Callister, ready to exclaim, gave a sigh and closed his mouth with a weary chuckle. “Fair enough.” The idea of sweets, while normally tempting, had his stomach churning and he groaned. “Thank you for the suggestion, but I will refrain as best I can. It would seem I will be relegated to soup and crackers for a while longer.”

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james:

“I can assure you, you have been notified if something had happened. If not by me, then by the gossip.” James spoke, a small smile appearing and disappearing a moment later. “How are you feeling?”

“Lovely, thank you.” Rather irritated that his voice still sounded a bit stuffed, at least to his ears, Callister cleared his throat and kept a safe distance, just in case. “Like a band keeps squeezing my head, but at least I can breathe somewhat. And you? How were your holidays?”

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