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There was uncertainty in her eyes, which was something Will could easily relate to. “I’m scared too, Cass.” Will assured her, his mind racing along with his heartbeat as the grip he had on Cass’ hands tightend. What kind of father could he possibly be to this child when he himself had never had a decent father figure? Both of his lied, killed and used him for their own personal gain. Perhaps he could take from what little positive experiences he had from his father and Astaroth to make a somehwat decen father himself. When he had been younger, his father had been a rolemodel, someone he looked up to. That feeling had been gone for so long now, it didn’t really feel like he had a father anymore, like his father had died long ago, and all he had left now was a ghost of what he once knew and had. He couldn’t imagine how Casiopea must feel, being the one to have this child inside of her, feeling just as lost as he was.

Along with his fear came excitement, and he believed that was the part of him that had always wanted to be a father. Still, his fears outweighted his excitement, which rendered him silent as he listened to Cass’s doubts and her own fears…She looked to him for support as he once had to her, a teenager full of angst and hate who didn’t know how to properly convey his emotions unless he was around her. Now, Cass thought of herself as weaker and she was scared. Maybe she had many reasons to be scared, and as did he; but he didn’t want their fear to come with this baby or be apart of this child’s life as it had with their’s.

Finally, Will cleared his throat and spoke, wanting to be as honest as possible with Casiopea. “It’s bad timing, we’re not ready, and neither of us have great examples on how to be a mother or a father…but we had someone, right? You had your father and had my mom. They raised us to the best of their abilities and if it weren’t for- for all of this,” he motioned to both of their bodies, which was to indicate the demons inside of them, “maybe we would have been okay. Maybe…I could have asked you to be my wife, and you coud have said yes. Maybe we’d already be married, and have talked about having children, only to have had one on the way. Maybe we’d be okay, and have decent jobs, and lives. Maybe, we’d be happy.” He sighed, letting out of his hands raise to run along Cass’s hair, brushes the strands behind her ear as he smiled gently. “Just because we have so many ‘maybe’s’ doesn’t mean we can’t have what we want. I want to be a father, Cass, and I’m scared as hell. This is crazy, I know, but I can feel it in my bones that this…this is right. This child,” he says, his hand moving down to rest upon her stomach, “is going to be great, even if we’re shitty sometimes. Because it’s our child.”

Will’s honesty was something she appreciated immensely, even if he was admitting he was scared as well. Somehow that even reassured her. It meant they were standing on the same ground and they could understand what the other was going through. What he said afterwards also had a way of easing her anxiety somewhat. She may not have had a mother and he may not have truly had a father, but there had been people in their lives that raised them in the best way they could. Her father had been everything to Cass, so much so that even now she broke reality and time to communicate with him in that limbo of a dimension in which he somehow still existed. Perhaps love and hard work could be enough, just as it was with the relationship between the two of them. Cass had never had anyone show her how to love Will and she had been able to give her whole heart to him since they were teenagers. So in spite of all the uncertainty and the odds stacked against them, she had hope.

The young woman smiled at him, the gleam of forming tears present in her eyes, when he spoke of the kind of life they could have had if their reality happened to be different, normal. Casiopea had never really given much thought to it before because that kind of life never even seemed like a possibility before, not when she was locked up in Bradbury, still thinking that William had died. But now that he mentioned it she realized she would have loved that kind of life with him. Maybe those weren’t their exact circumstances in this life, but one crucial fact was the same: they were together. “I would have said yes” the brunette told him with a soft chuckle, a tear falling down her cheek. If Will had any shadow of a doubt that maybe she would have said yes, now he knew that would have indeed been her answer.

In spite of her fear the atmosphere around them seemed to have lightened, and Cass herself felt lighter too. His hands rested on her stomach and she placed her own on top of his, rolling her lips briefly before she gave him a smile. “We’ll make it work” she said gently before leaning close to rest her forehead against his shoulder, turning to nuzzle against his neck.

#Will:convo 15

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“So I guess we have a lot to talk about…” Will trailed off with a light sigh as his fingers threaded through Cass’s hair, letting it fall once he reached the end. After saving Liz, it had taken Casiopea days to recover. If he hadn’t continuously checked her pulse to make sure she was still alive, he would have easily thought the woman had passed away in her sleep. He worried for her, espeically now that there’s a child growing inside of her. How would this affect the child? How would Calypso being tethered to Cass affect the baby? His mind felt like it might explode, but he knew one thing was for sure; he had to talk to Cass. “I know we need to talk about the baby. This…I- it’s not expected.” He started, his eyes locked with hers as he set beside her on the motel room bed, his hands intertwining with hers as he spoke, “But I think this…I mean the pregnancy…it could be a good thing right? The timimg is bad, but…I dunno, Cass. What do you think? What do you wanna do?” It was after all her body, which meant it was her choice.

The teleportation. The healing of Liz and Beck. All of it had taken its toll on her, dropping her energy to the lowest point she had experienced in a very long time. Rest was what she needed after it, her body to recover and for Calypso to regain her full strength as well. After days in bed, asleep, with her mind passing through dimesions as it often did when sleep took her, Casiopea finally woke up. Will was there by her side when her eyes opened and he took care of her, making sure she had something to eat after all the time she’d spent in bed.

She still felt tired but nowhere near as exhausted as she’d been days before when her powers were required to mend their friends. Even though Will’s statement was somewhat vague, the young woman knew exactly what he wished for them to talk about. She was pregnant. Her hand went to her stomach without her even thinking about it before her boyfriend took hold of her hands, and her fingers wrapped softly around his. “I don’t know, Will...” she finally said, her voice feeling a little hoarse after days of it not being used. Her eyes stayed on his, letting his gaze be her anchor in moments of uncertainty such as this one. “I’m... I’m scared” she confessed in a low tone, her voice faltering somewhat, but Cass managed to keep her emotions stable rather than succumb to anxiety and fear. “We don’t exactly lead the kind of lives that would be good for a child”. They were on the run. Demons inhabited each of them. A corrupt branch of the FBI was hunting them down. “And I didn’t have a mother, Will... How can I- Whose example am I supposed to follow? I had none”. She rolled her lips for a moment, feeling a small lump in her throat. God, it had been too long since she last spared a thought for her mother but thinking about it now still hurt a bit. Had her mother chosen to abandon her even before she was born? Or was it when Cass was born and she just wasn’t enough?

Cass’ eyes closed for a moment and she leaned into Will’s chest, holding his hands a bit tighter. “I just don’t know what to do, Will” she muttered. The timing was terrible, she felt so unfit for the role of mother not only because she essentially had never known what a mother was, but also because of how feeble grasp on reality could be at times, and how vulnerable and unstable that could make her. And yet she could feel in her gut that this baby was special. It was her and Will’s baby, the child of the only man she ever thought of spending her life with when things were far less cruel and complicated. “What are you thinking? What do you want, Will?” she asked, looking up to meet his eyes again. She wanted to know what his thoughts and his feelings were about this situation.

#Will:convo 15

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Hearing his name called out by Liz with such urgency nearly took him out of his violent frenzy. Nearly. He wanted to respond, to reassure her in some way, but the ex-con was aware that he couldn’t slip out now. This had to be finished. Beck fought with every fiber of his being, giving everything he had to give to ensure his victory and the agent’s safety, all while making her torturer experience pain, fear, guilt, before ending his life. Ruthless and precises as he’d been trained to be, he dropped the lifeless body of the man when he was done with him. Adrenaline was still rushing through him and his muscles were tense, ready to be put to action at any given moment.

Liz’s voice shook him out of it and he turned to the see the blonde. She reached out for him and his own body reacted to her touch, dropping the bloodied knife he was holding as his own arms wrapped around her. She was alive, thank God. Her breath against his neck, her warmth against his body, they were all beautiful sensations he feared he might not feel again. He pulled away just a little, threading his hands into her hair, holding her close as his forehead rested against hers for a moment. There were no words he could say now, nothing that could mean more than their proximity and the way her heart was beating so strongly he could feel it in his chest.

The screams and the burnt smell reached them, tossing Beck back into reality. William had carried out a massacre of his own out there, just as he did inside this office. At her question, all the young man could do was nod. Both men were that effective at killing, getting every single one of their opponents and leaving no chance for them to walk out. Beck pulled away entirely from their intimate embrace but kept an arm around the agent for her to have something to lean against and steady herself. Will had barely walked in when Beck was already taking Liz out. “We’re as okay as we can be” was his response, more focused on getting out of here than the trail of blood coming from his arm or the fact that Liz needed some serious tending to. Cass and her demon would probably have to do to her what they had done to him before. “We have to go, Will. Now. None of these guys got a chance to make any calls or radio their superiors before we stormed in. But I bet they’ll send people when no one reports back or when they learn this place is half-burnt to the ground”. He glanced at his friend again, thinking back of what he’d told to his girlfriend before sending her away. Ten minutes and Cass should come back for them “How long has it been?”.

In an instant, their bodies seemed to mold together as Beck finally took hold of her. His arms wrapped around her in a warm embrace and Liz fell into them, welcoming the warmth against her body. She was practically shivering from the lack of heat in the abandoned warehouse. Blood, sweat and dirt were caked onto her skin in various places, and she felt as though every inch of her body was covered in bruises, but it didn’t seem to matter when she finally found herself in his arms. The pain, the hurt, the tears that suddenly found their way into her eyes was all white noise. Liz’s head pressed into his chest and she breathed in his scent. Her breath seemed just as shaky as her hands were when a low, quiet sob escaped past her parted lips. It was over, the men were dead now. The men were dead now. She repeated again and again, closing her eyes as if somehow she could escape from the memories, and from the warehouse they stood in now. But she reamined in Beck’s arms, pressed against his chest, shielded from any other possible hurt or pain that could have been inflicted on her had he not shown up when he had.

They stayed like that for a moment until Beck pulled away and threaded his hands through her hair. She looked up at him through loose strands before he pushed them away, their foreheads meeting in a soft collison that caused even more warmth to pool within her chest. They breathed in unison, their lips inches apart and just barely touching. They didn’t speak because they didn’t need to. Words were useless compared to the sensation of their hearts beating, bodies warm and their skin brushing against one anothers as a reminded that they were both still here. “I’m okay.” Elizabeth cooed under her breath, closing her eyes again when the words fell from her lips like a mantra. She wasn’t quite sure whether the words were meant to reassure Beck, or herself, yet she continued to stay them. At least for a moment those words lulled them into a soft sense of security, as if they had time to have a moment just to themselves, though it couldn’t last. They both knew Callingwell’s men would well be on their way once these men didn’t report back to them. The best thing to do now was get some distance in between them, this place, and Richard Callingwell.

With Beck’s arm rested around her torso, Liz was able to move somewhat slowly out of the office, though she made sure to avoid any contact with the two men laying dead in their own blood. Will approached them not a moment later, his eyes wide as they fell upon Liz. “I’m okay.” She said again, this time obviously for Will’s benefit, even if her voice sounded rather horse and beaten down. It seemed Beck did have similar thoughts on Callingwell’s men. There wasn’t enough strength in her to help voice the same opinion so she merely nodded and adjusted her broken wrist. The damn injury was beginning to feel numb, which wouldn’t mean anything good. “Will, I need to get to Cass.” The agent said through gritted teeth, wincing a little when she adjusted her wrist a little too far to the right. She didn’t know what Beck’s question towards Will meant, but she hoped it meant getting the hell out of here. The smell of burnt flesh was beginning to make her stomach churn, and she didn’t dare look past Will to view the scene ahead.

Shit. How long has it been? Will pulled out his burner and let out a sigh of relief realizing they’d done it all in seven minutes. “Seven minutes.” The fire starter met Beck’s eyes and quickly dialed the number to Cass’ burner. He waited about half a second before hearing Cass pick up after just one ring. “Hey C- hey, hey, hey, yeah I’m fine. Not even a scratch on me. It’s pretty bad with Liz, though, so we’ll need you to work your magic, okay?” Will paused, nodding along as Cass spoke to him. The quickest way outta here was through Calypso’s reality warping, so that was just what they’ve have to do. “Yeah I think that’d be best. It’s quicker…Meet us right where we left you, okay?” He finally said once she’d finished, turning so he could nod for Beck and Liz to follow him. “Okay, see you soon.” With that, he ended the call and slipped the phone back into his pocket as they walked. Liz was rather slow on her own, obviously whatever they’d done to her had shattered a couple of bones and definitely left some bruises.

“She’s coming for us back where we left her. Let’s hurry and get the hell out of here.” Will called over his shoulder as they rounded the corner, slowly but surely approaching the spot where they’d split paths with Cass. Hopefully whatever state Elizabeth was in wouldn’t worsen if they traveled Calypso’s way, but he couldn’t be certain. Perhaps taking extra caution with the agent would be in their best interests. Just as they approached the drop off side, Cass appearched in front of them, and he went to her instantly. “See? Perfectly fine. Well-” He turned to Liz and Beck, who brought up the rear, knowing good and well that while he was fine, they were in worse shape. “Here, grip onto both of us Liz, this might not be the best experience for you after all this.” Will wrapped one of his arms around Elizabeth’s right side, leaving the other to Beck, who seemed attached at the hip. He couldn’t blame him either, seeing as if the tables were turned, Will would’ve easily torn every single man, woman or beast apart just to save Casiopea. He took Cass’s hand in his own and made sure the other two were ready before giving her a light nod. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

Ten minutes. It wasn’t that long of a period to wait, and yet Casiopea found herself looking at the clock on her burner phone just every few seconds as if willing the seconds to pass faster. All in hopes that she could return to get Will, Beck and Liz back to safety. Try to relax, my darling girl. The brunette turned to the side and her demon stood by her side, nimble fingers resting on her shoulder. You will need all your focus and all your energy to perform a travel again, to bring more people with you. “You’re right” the girl muttered, finally sitting down on the bed and trying to ease her anxiety by breathing in and out deeply a few times. Will and Beck would be fighting their way to get Liz by now, putting their every skill to the test. Her time to prove herself would come when they were done with the rescue, when she would have to harness her demon’s power to warp reality again. If they were injured it would also fall into her hands to mend them, to fix broken bones and tissue if necessary. With any luck Will and Beck would walk out unscathed but she knew better than to expect Elizabeth to be well. She’d been at the mercy of Richard’s men... she wouldn’t be well.

Time had a way of passing in a less excrutiating way by the second half of her wait, and eventually her phone rang. There was some relief in hearing Will’s voice and the young woman tossed the phone aside when their brief conversation was over, closing her eyes and letting her demon’s power flow through her. The world around her shattered and was rebuilt. That was how it felt to teleport from one place to the other, all of it happening in mere seconds. “Will” his name escaped her lips before her arms found him and he held her close for a moment. She studied him quickly, seeing no evident wounds on him but when her eyes traveled to Liz and Beck... well, that was a whole other story. Both of them needed to be tended to as soon as possible. “It’s going to be okay” she said in a feeble whisper, offering a light smile to both of them. The four of them held each other, her hands touching shoulders, Will’s arm around her waist, and Beck keeping Liz close, and in the blink of an eye Calypso’s power took them out of that desolated place.

#Will:convo 14 #Beck:convo 03 #Liz:convo 04 #( end of thread )

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There was a slight sense of hope going through him as Cass gained access to Liz’s location through her phone. It didn’t show on his features, however. Beck remained serious and hardened, slipping knives into their sheaths attached to his belt and grabbing Liz’s gun. He wished he had something bigger to work with, but he would have to make due with what was at his disposal. Both him and Will seemed ready to go, but it caught him a little by surprise that the brunette made use of her demon’s power to get them to the place where Liz was being held. The sensation was odd, leaving him somewhat dizzy for a few seconds. He couldn’t say he had ever broken the rules of reality in such a way by traveling the way Cass enabled them to.

After a couple deep breaths the ex-con felt like himself again, steady and ready to do what he’d come here to do. He was going to get Elizabeth out of here, but that wasn’t all. These were the kind of fights that had to be won so he wouldn’t have to fight again, and the only way to win against men like Callingwell and those under his command was by putting a bullet through their skull or through their hearts. “You should probably head back, Cass” the man spoke as he cocked his gun, ready to shoot anyone that crossed his path. “No, you might need me to go back” the girl countered and Beck simply looked at Will. Maybe he could convince his girlfriend that what would go down here was probably something she wouldn’t want to see. “We have to move, Will. Every second counts” he stated with a stern voice, something determined and vicious present in his eyes.

Losing Elizabeth wasn’t an option, not for any of them. It was almost frightening now easily the two of them dropped everything they had been talking about prior to Beck’s call, how easily his brain had shut down and Astaroth had jumped at the opportunity to divuldge their path of discussion away from the baby growing inside Cass’s stomach. He felt Cass’s hand squeeze his, and the thoughts racing through his brain slowed. His eyes lifted to meet hers and he smiled, taking a moment to breathe before he went over to watch Cass work. Will’s shoulders realxed instantly when he heard Cass had found Liz’s phone. Thank God. “She’s smart, I knew she would be.” He chuckled, shaking his head a little as he looked up to meet Cass’s eyes, then Beck’s. Even if the distance wasn’t far, using Calypso’s abilities seemed like their best, and fastest option. She’d been missing for for a while now, even ten minutes could set them back enough where Liz’s body could be cold by the time they arrived to save her. The mere thought made his stomach twist in knots.

Will closed his eyes when he felt Cass’s hand on his shoulder, opening them once he felt a slight temperature change as well as the smell of growing mold. Obviously wherever they’d taken her to was abandoned,and it was likely they were here with the sole purpose of torture. But, he agreed with Beck. What they were about to do was nothing short of murder, and he didn’t want Cass involved in anything that would cause more death. They’d see plenty of that going forward. “Cass, he’s right. If we need you then I’ll find a way. If you don’t hear anything from us in ten minutes come back. This shouldn’t take long.” The fire starter said with as much confidence as he could muster, smiling genly down at Cass as he kissed her forehead. Every minute they wasted arguing about Cass leaving was another minute Liz could be struggling for her own life. “Go. I promise I’ll be okay.” Will knew he shouldn’t make such promises, but he felt obligated to now. Hell, she was pregnant with his kid, which was another great reason as to why she should go back to Beck and Liz’s hotel room away from here.

He turned to Beck when Cass finally agreed and left, giving him a light nod before he went forward, his hands slightly ablaze like rings of fire in orbit around each knuckle. Beck needed a gun, but all that Will needed was Astaroth’s abilities. There was something cruel and dark behind each man’s eyes, as where they both went, death seemed to follow. They’d always had that in common. After a moment, they reached a narrow right turn that lead into a large room with vaulted ceilings. Wherever they were it had to be an old warehouse of sorts, maybe an old factory that stored products for the public. Will pushed his back up against the wall and kneeled down, his head just barely peeking around the corner. After a moment he turned back to Beck, his voice just below a whisper. “There’s four men with guns standing watch and two inside the small office to the left. I think Liz is in there.” Even if he had the fire power, it was Beck’s subtle tactic skills that would save their friend. This, after all, was more his area of expertise than it was Will’s.

Will’s eyes said it all. She knew he would also tell her to go before any words even left his lips. She didn’t want to be sidelined, not when she knew there was probably something she could do to help both men as they readied themselves to walk into the fray. “Will...” she spoke in a low tone, a plea in her eyes to let her stay, her hands resting on his forearms. Step back. A voice in her mind said, and Cass couldn’t quite tell if it was a thought of her own or her demon’s whispers. Her eyes went to Beck for a moment, finding some reassurance in knowing his friend would have his back. She had no combat training of any kind and even with her powers there was a chance for her to end up harmed. For them to end up harmed... there was another life in her now and she had to think of that little baby as well. Finally, she nodded, glancing back to meet the eyes of the man she loved. “You come back to us, you hear me?” she whispered, closing her eyes as his lips pressed against her forehead. “Be careful. Both of you” the brunette said as she looked at the ex-con as well. Then reality warped at her will once more, swallowing her whole to take her away back to Beck and Liz’s hotel room.

#Will:convo 14 #Beck:convo 03

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Liz was gone. Callingwell had taken her away, he was sure of it. The short text he got from the agent was enough to assume that prick was behind it. He’d had them followed before and he’d had her followed again. He should have been with her. That’s what the ex-con told himself over and over. He should have been awake and he shouldn’t have let her go out there on her own when Callingwell’s men could appear at every corner. But Beck wasn’t surrendering to despair or any sense of defeat. He was boiling inside, ready to strike back and get her back.

Will and Cass made their way to Newport impossibly fast, all thanks to the gifts her demon had granted to her for sure. There were no greetings between them, Beck was already in the state of mind he needed to be to act, to get results and to eliminate those that needed to be wiped out from the map. “We need to move fast” he told both of them, coldness present both in his eyes and his tone “Knowing Callingwell, they must be torturing her for information. Or just for the kicks” he spoke, his blank expression giving way to a scowl.

It was decided though nothing was spoken out loud; this conversation about the child growing in Cass- they’re child growing inside her, would have to wait. Elizabeth was gone, and god knows what Richard was doing to her. He knew from the tone in Beck’s voice that he had become a solider ready to enter a war zone. His friend would do anything to get Liz back, he knew that without having to physically look at him. Will had seen the way he looked at the agent. Hell, this may even be bigger than Karen. He hung up when Beck confirmed he was in Newport and gathered his things, slinging his backpack over one shoulder. As Cass’s hands took hold of either side of him, he held onto her. Their eyes locked and he gave her arms a light squeeze. Somehow he managed to even smile, though there was turmoil within him. Astaroth was festering and so was the fire within him. But he couldn’t worry about that right now. His mind was set on Liz.

When they arrived in Beck’s hotel room, he was already ready to go. Their things were packed, even Liz’s, her green duffel bag sitting in the corner of the bed. They didn’t greet each other, really there was no time to. Will’s eyes moved from the duffel bag to Beck, feeling a coldness and edge to him he knew was him trying to hold back the rage he felt against Will’s father. It was a little frightening just how much his demeanor had changed since their last meeting, and it definitely put Will on edge. He nodded, wanting to reach out and touch his friend’s shoulder to let him know it would be all right. But it wouldn’t. Not until Liz was back with them. Some form of anger was brewing inside Will now too just thinking about some sick bastards torturing Liz. His jaw set, teeth grinding together as he spoke. “We’ll get her back. Cass,” Will turned to his girlfriend, giving her wrist a light tug. “Maybe we can try tracking Liz’s phone? She’d be smart enough to stash it somewhere on her, or find a way to get a signal out. It’s our best bet right now considering they could have taken her anywhere within driving distance. They have an edge on time, we need to act fast, like Beck said.”

Casiopea didn’t waste time and set up a work space on the bed, opening her laptop and having it ready to go in just a minute. The news of her pregnancy and the need to discuss it with Will were still going around in her mind but she was quite efficient in putting that aside for the time being and focusing solely on the important task at hand. It was an odd thing about her, how her emotions could sometimes feel so overwhelming and then when the situation called for it, especially with someone else at risk, the girl could put that in a box aside for a while. It could explode later, but for now, it was safely set aside. “I’m on it” she replied with a determined nod, giving a light squeeze to her boyfriend’s hand before turning to the screen of her laptop. She began to quickly type after starting a program that would enable her to track Liz’s phone.

A moment of heavy silence passed with Cass' fingers quickly moving over her keyboard, eyes scannings lines of code as she worked on the hack that would let her track the agent’s phone. “I got it!” she finally said, looking up to see Beck and William. They were only about twenty minutes away from the location, but a lot could happen in twenty minutes at the hands of men hellbent on breaking a person, or intent of killing. Beck and Will couldn’t afford to waste time with transport so the brunette just jumped out of the bed, the location’s address fresh in her mind, and let a firm hand rest on their shoulders.

We’re there, my darling girl. Calypso’s voice whispered at the back of her mind, her soothing presence with her in this moment that she needed to maintain her strength. The three of them appeared in a dimly lit hallway, concrete walls around them and the moldy smell of humidity present, thin streaks of water leaking through. Whatever this place was, it had been clearly abandoned for quite some time.

#Will:convo 14 #Beck:convo 03 #//welp; it only took me like half a year to reply...#sorry; honey bee!

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Will had always wanted to be a father. Before Astaroth, before he learned about his father’s evil doings, Will thought he’d make a great father. He’d imagined playing catch with his son out in the backyard, or talking to his daughter after a bad breakup. These dreams and ambitions he’d had, though he hadn’t realized it, had slowly began to fade away when Asatroth had arrived. The flame throwing demon had taken everything from him and Will had let it happen. He let this…this thing into him willingly, and he felt almost helpless because all he’d wanted was a father. He’d wanted a father to take care of him and teach him how to be strong. What he hadn’t realized back then that he did now was that Astaroth was preparing him for ulterior motives he had planned. Will made sure he’d gotten rid of everyone close to him, and he’d blamed himself for that for some long…but it was Astaroth’s doing. Astaroth was the one pulling the strings, and Astaroth was the one who told him to burn down that damn asylum. People were dead because of him, a lot of people. Cass was hurt because of him too, and that hurt him the most.

But now, years and years later when Will had the opportunity to be with Cass now and have a child…their child, Astaroth was telling him the baby should be killed. He called the baby ‘it,’ like it was just some…some useless fucking thing. Will was so stuck in his thoughts pacing about the room he almost ran into Cass when she stepped in front of him, blocking his path. Astaroth was still yelling in his ear, yelling horrible things about what should be done to his child, their child. One of his hands reached out for her almost instinctively, wrapping around the fabric of the sweater she had on. His grip tightened slightly as Astaroth called the baby ‘it’ again, trying to dull the anger down within him. Eventually his eyes did meet Cass’s. focusing on her when her hand rested against his cheek. Slowly, his breathing became even and his shoulders slacked, eyes softening as he looked upon the woman carrying his child.

They didn’t really have any time to recover from that. Will barely had a chance to actually hold Cass before she was moving away from him, leaving his chest bare and cold. He let out a soft sigh, eyes closing briefly before he took the phone. Apparently this would have to wait. Something else was wrong… “Hey, Beck what-” Almost immediately the ex-con launched in. Will didn’t really have much time to process the words ‘Someone took Liz,’ ‘she’s gone, Callingwell took her.’ His brow furrowed, stomach going in knots. Liz. Shit, Liz, he’d taken Liz. “Beck, okay, slow the fuck down we can…we’ll find her, okay? We’ll find Liz.” His eyes met Cass’s now, heart nearly beating out of his chest. “She’s smart, you know that. She…I mean she probably has something on her we can track, right? Cass can track it.” ‘Right?’ Will mouthed to her, looking extremely worried. They knew Richard took her, but not where. They also had no idea how much of a head start they had either, which meant they’d have to leave now. “Where are you, Newport right? We’ll be there soon. We’ll use Cass’s uh…abilities.”

Of course Cass wished the two of the could have had a little more time to themselves, to talk, to process what was happening. But with Beck’s call that had to be pushed aside quickly to be dealt with later. Something was really wrong. She was only hearing half of that phonecall but it was enough for her to understand what was going on when Will said ‘We’ll find Liz’. Questions began to run fast through her brain about what exactly might have happened to the agent, fearing that Callingwell could have done something to her. It had to be Callingwell, though. It always was him orchestrating every single one of their misfortunes.

The brunette quickly nodded even if she didn’t know yet what it was that she needed to track. But she could do it. For Liz she would use all her skills to do it. As Will finished the call she had already begun to gather all her equipment and stashed it inside her backback. She tossed it over her shoulder and moved to stand before Will, both hands resting on his forearms. Her eyes stayed locked on his, feeling the uneasiness of the situation they couldn’t finish discussing and of the new situation they were heading towards now. With the use of her abilities the pair vanished from their hotel room and reappeared in Newport, just feet away from Will’s friend.

#Will:convo 14 #Beck:convo 03

will-callingwell:

Visibly his shoulders released the tension building up inside them, giving a bit of slack. He moved to sit beside her rather than in front of her, their hands still intertwined. Something was wrong and he was still very much on edge about it. Even if it didn’t involve Beck or Liz, something was wrong with Cass. He desperately hoped it had nothing to do with demons, or even Trevor and Elon. He just couldn’t handle that right now, not when his father had nearly killed his best friend.

Will’s eyes trailed Cass’s movements, watching her though she wouldn’t meet his eyes. Her eyes remained looking somewhat distant as it seemed she was working up the courage to tell him what was going on. “Cass-” Then she said it. Honestly, it was about as far left as possible, it was something he hadn’t expected to hear her say at all. That…it would explain why she hadn’t asked for any feminine products in a while. His mind drifted, blood running cold and it felt like his heart had stopped beating. For a moment he ran through various scenarios, already pinpointing exactly when it had happened and why. They hadn’t been careful enough, in the shower, just minutes before Liz called to tell them about Beck. They’d…how could he be so stupid? So…so fucking careless? God, Cass was just twenty-five and he only a year older than her. They weren’t ready to be parents yet. Hell, they could barely comprehend saving the world. “We can’t have this, Will.” Astaroth stated firmly in the back of his mind, making his heart tighten.

Everything in his mind sort of just…shut off. Astaroth’s nagging voice was like white noise, and he almost missed the words ‘kill it.’ That made his blood boil. “No!” Will shouted, standing up, letting go of Cass’s hand as he paced. “That’s not happening, I will not do that.” He said firmly to his demon, feeling fire in his hands now. Rage consumed Will as he felt his sleeves begin to burn. Astaroth was yelling at him now, bellowing in his thick, raspy voice. “Stop this boy, you will kill us all with your childishness!” Will exhaled, feeling his chest cave in on itself as he fell to his knees, breathing sporadic now. He was panicking, nearly forgetting about Cass. “I…Cass we…we’re not capable, I mean…right now, we just…we can’t-” Will cut himself off, feeling a lump begin to form in his throat. No. He couldn’t tell her what to do. This choice was up to Cass, not him. This baby was growing inside her, not him. Will looked at her then, feeling a bit defeated.

His expression frightened her, or rather, the lack thereof. She couldn’t distinguish a clear emotion there. It was selfish of her but she had hoped Will could reassure her in that moment, that he could be the strong one when she was so afraid. But Cass knew how selfish and how unfair that thought was because it was always him that had to carry with those burdens. With her free hand she wiped away the tears, brushing the back of her hand against her eyes and cheeks. You have to be strong too, she thought.

Her eyes widened, startled by his sudden outburst. It took her a moment to realize he didn’t shout at her, that his eyes were fixed somewhere else and his voice directred towards something deep within him. “Will, don’t listen to him” the girl told him as she quickly got up, cutting off his pacing by standing right in front of him. Whatever poisonous words Astaroth was saying to him could drive Will to a boiling point, and she was aware that an argument with the demon could cause him to unleash his power. “Just look at me. Don’t look away, okay?” she said in a gentle tone as her hands cupped his face, her thumbs caressing his skin tenderly “Don’t listen to him. Just look at me”.

Casiopea was terrified. She was feeling more fragile and vulnerable than ever, even with Will and Calypso by her side. It broke her heart how defeated he looked, even more so because she didn’t feel she was strong enough to lift him back up the way he did with her so many times. She had no words, all she did was collapse against his body, holding him tightly. Mere seconds had passed when the beeping sound of the burner phone was heard. Only two people had that number and the agreement was to only use it for emergencies. Reluctantly Cass let go of him, hurrying to get the phone before she missed the call. She said nothing as she picked it up, waiting for the caller to speak first. In no time she was turning towards Will, holding out the phone for him “It’s Beck. I think something’s wrong”. The former soldier said nothing to her but she could detect an edge to his voice.

#Will:convo 14 #//yup; sounds good to me!

will-callingwell:

They needed some groceries. Just various things he could get from the store across from their cheap motel room, and he was back in no time, fifteen minutes tops. He was unloading various items out of the grocery bags and putting them into their bags. They’d be moving again soon. Somewhere closer to New York but still in the confines of Vermont. Richard might be on their path soon seeing as Beck had practically gotten torn up from the inside out last time they had an encounter. It put Will on edge to know how father was so close behind them.

He didn’t see Cass at first when he’d come into the room, but saw the bathroom light was on. Honestly, he didn’t think anything of it. When she’d walked out into the room it sit on their bed, Will didn’t look up quite yet, still focused on packing. “Hey, I got a couple things. I uh…you hadn’t mentioned anything about feminine products, but I figured you’d be due for that soon, right? I got you some, just in case.” Will stated with a light shrug, smiling as he finally looked up at her. Immediately his face fell and he was at her side. Tears began to fall down Cass’s cheeks in waves as Will leaned down to take her hands in his. “Cass, what’s wrong? What happened, are you okay? Is it Beck or Liz? Is it….is my it dad?” A lump in his throat began to form. He could feel something was off, something wasn’t right. If Richard had killed either of them, Beck or Liz…fuck, he’d kill him. Will would kill Richard himself.

Keep it together, she told herself multiple times, especially as Will’s attention truly turned towards her. She was failing at staying composed, even if her expression didn’t fully mirror her anguish, her eyes did. They always betrayed her so she should have known better. Cass immediately felt terrible because that false smile she tried to keep on her lips and the forming tears in her eyes caused him to think something terrible had happened to their allies, to their friends. “No” she quickly said, her voice trembling a little “It’s not that, Will. It’s uh- I...” the words caught in her throat, finding it somewhat difficult to say it. To say it made it real.

There was so much going on in their lives already. There were demons living inside both of them and a battle of a scale they didn’t fully understand yet. There a was monster after them, one worse than Astaroth even if he just flesh and blood and as human as any. There were screts to decipher with the alchemist and own his demon. There were plans to be made and strategies to plan. It wasn’t just that Casiopea thought herself unfit for the role of mother, which was a great fear right now, but this just wasn’t a good time for a baby. It was best to just tell him. “I’m pregnant, Will” she whispered, holding his hand tighter, gripping it fearfully.

#Will:convo 14 #//I KNOW #so much has happened to these two

@will-callingwell

It was one of those times when she had a mild suspicion that things would be a certain way but yet hoped she was wrong about it. It was fear that made Casiopea wish her speculations were wrong. But the notion had already been planted at the back of her mind for about about a week or so and many things started to feel like sings, like indicators of that thing she was dreading. She hadn’t talked about it with Will yet, she couldn’t if she wasn’t sure.

Calypso had been a soothing presence but Cass even felt like her own demon was already in possession of answers the girl didn’t yet have. Everything is alright, child. Those were the demon’s calming words as she tossed and turned at nights while Will was asleep, feeling she was suffocating under a pressure she couldn’t fully understand. Things weren’t alright, that she knew for sure, and the uncertainty was more than she could handle, so she ended up buying that white and lilac box at the pharmacy.

She got exactly the result she feared she would. Minutes went by and she stayed locked inside the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror, feeling so much fear go through her like a corrosive substance. When she finally walked out she froze for a second, caught off guard to find Will there, back from getting the supplies they needed. Cass offered a smile as she went ahead to sit on the bed, hoping to go on as if anothing had changed. The gesture faltered, though, betrayed by what she was truly feeling, and she could feel tears beginning to form in her eyes as she struggled to keep that faint smile alive.

#Will:convo 14 #//okidoke; let's get this plot going :)

dreamydreamerdreams

#Cass:Photo

elizabeth-kelly:

It took a darker turn than Elizabeth had originally intended, and she hadn’t thought the only way to kill these damn demons was to kill the host as well. Was that why she’d hung herself? Had the only way out for Monica’s misery been to kill herself like that? The thought that it may be the truth scared her shitless. For a moment, Liz remained silent, her eyes wide with slight fear of losing someone else over these damn monstrosities. She kept having to remind herself that they weren’t all bad. But with her past, and now Will’s demon it was hard to remember such a thought was real. Calypso had helped save Beck. Without her healing his wounds who knows what could’ve happened to him. That’s what she had to remember now more than ever. “We won’t let him die, Casiopea. I wouldn’t let that happen. Not if it were up to me.” She assured the girl.

Ivan Espinoza knew what he was talking about. Other thought he was made, but people like Liz, people who had seen what demons could do believed the man. Before he died, she’d even tried to speak with him. Because she was FBI and Richard had already got to the man before she could, he refused to even open the door. It was understandable why a man like Ivan might fear people like the FBI, who merely wanted to use the demons as pawns. But this information was a lot to take in. So much so that when Elizabeth finally took a moment to look away from the documents Casiopea had pulled up she felt nauseous. It all made sense, all of it. The waves, the noted dates the waves came, even the factions of fucking demons made sense. Liz’s sister was one of the first known cases in this wave. Of course her demon would be one of the worst. But why Monica? Why did it pick Monica and not her? The blonde bit down on her lower lip, head spinning with thoughts before she sat down on the bed beside the desk. “I’m sorry, it’s just…it’s a lot. For a long time I thought I was crazy. I thought the whole idea of my sister being possessed, and her demon being abnormally cruel and unusual was insane…I took this job to help people. And they’re helping cause the problem. They want to use information like this for personal gain, Cass. Richard’s probably seen most of this if it was in your father’s house. How much of it was encoded?” It was the first time she’d called Casiopea by her nickname, and it went unnoticed by Liz.

There was a rather frantic tone in Liz’s voice now, and she could feel her knuckles tighten against the sheets. This was huge. Everything she’d ever experienced was validated now, it just…it made sense. Shifting the focus to Elon and Trevor gave her thoughts a break, it put her mind more at ease to know not all demons could do what Elon and Trevor did. “Part of me wishes they were all like that, or all like Calypso. It’d be less of a problem.” Liz sighed lightly, biting down on her lower lip as her eyes finally met Casiopea’s gaze. “What kind of complication? Like something to do with his body, it’s physical being?”

The girl appreciated Liz’s words, it was relieving to hear that she wasn’t willing to sacrifice William either. Even if she was, Cass would be her boyfriend’s last line of defense, she would be the one everyone would have to get through if they tried to harm him. It just wasn’t going to happen, she wasn’t going to allow anyone to take away from her the only thing that gave sense to her world, the one person that tethered her to it. “I know it’s a lot to take in, and it’s not simple... but I think it makes sense out of everything that’s happened to Will, to me, to you and to you”. Her theory somehow validated the hardship each of them had endured, or continued to do so as was Will’s case. The fact that he was still alive and dealing with a demon like Astaroth was a clear sign of just how strong he was. How he continued to hold on in spite of the daily battle he had with his demon was just another reason why she loved that man so much. He had a soul like no other. “Most of it was encoded, but I assume a skilled hacker could eventually get to the information. But part of this isn’t something Callingwell can’t have, part of this is what I’ve worked on for the past months”. It was her own work, her own theory based on the research her father left behind. A puzzle piece that seemed to be falling into place.

Casiopea brushed some hair behind her ears and turned to look away from the laptop screen to look at Liz. It was a lot of information she’d just given to the woman, but she suspected it wasa good thing she did, even if the agent looked somewhat shocked and as if she was still processing it. So the girl let her do just that, she let her take everything in about her theory and about Elon and Trevor. “He has a heart condition. Alchemy operates under a principle of equivalent exchange, that’s what he said. For anything you wish to transform or create you have to give with equivalent amount of matter or energy. He told us that whatever he did to tear Elon away from his body wasn’t an equivalent exchange, so it messed up his heart, that’s how he ‘paid’ the remaining toll, so to speak. So if Will and I wanted to get Calypso or Astaroth out of our bodies, it would most likely hurt us in some way. And the bond would continue nonetheless, if anything happened to them in their new physical forms, it would also affect us in some way”.

#Liz:convo 03

elizabeth-kelly:

Astaroth. Well, that explained a lot. It was funny how one word, or rather one name,could easily explain why the firestarter had been acting so strange. Elizabeth didn’t understand that part of all that well. The relationships forged between demons and their human host could only truly be experienced and explained through the people that had demons within them. Many had done research but there was just something…missing. “From what I’ve gathered, Astaroth isn’t like your demon, he isn’t willing to help. And if that’s true I wonder what that will mean for William.” It was a valid question, one that Liz didn’t think anyone had yet to answer. Where would he stand at the end of all this and how would they succeed against him?

Whoever this Trevor person was, Liz had yet to trust him. She hadn’t met the man face to face or his demon, who apparently could exist outside of the man’s body. Without that face to face interaction, all she had to go off of was what Casiopea and Will had to say about them. At least she trusted the pair to get the job done. “So you’re saying you think the demons who came to our world earlier and inhabited humans earlier in their youth have ulterior motives?” Perhaps the woman was onto something. Elizabeth had read somewhere that researchers found that demons who came to their host at an earlier age weren’t cooperative with the testing, and would often harm their human in the process of harming the doctors. Some resulted in death. With Monica’s case, Liz figured her sister’s demon fell under the first category Casiopea mentioned. “That might actually sound really fascinating if I wasn’t so terrified by it. Could there be more like her? And I’m sorry did you say ‘couple?’ Are Elon and Trevor…together?” That was the first case Liz had heard of a demon and a human being in love…

Cass shook her head. Astaroth and Calypso were nothing alike even if they were the same race. She didn’t know how hierarchies and dynamics between demons worked in the place where they come from, but here it was clear that the two of them antagonized each other because of their different purposes. “It means we can’t get rid of him without killing Will in the process” she stated back in a serious tone. That wasn’t an option to finish off the fire-wielding demon because Casiopea refused to sacrifice the man she loved. That much was evident in the way she spoke and the way she looked at the agent.

“It’s just a theory” she pointed out once more, since it was just based on what she studied in her father’s investigation. “Based on what my father left behind, I’ve noticed there’s a pattern of some kind. Demons have been coming to our world since God knows when and his research shows there’s been like outbursts of ‘possessions’ and then after a while they stop. Then decades or centuries go by and it happens again” the brunette began to explain, opening up certain files and images in her laptop to show Liz the notes in which her father described that phenomenon. Most of those events of possessions lined up with times in history where people had been accused of witchcraft or times in which entire countries turned against in each other in wars. “Clearly all demons don’t share the same ideology, that much is clear with Astaroth and Calypso. Everything adds up to infer that the initial wave of possessions are the worst, it never ends well for the hosts. They harm themselves of those around them, they’re destructive. And then the possessions that follow tend to be demons that want to help the host and even those around them. So my theory is that there are two different ‘factions’, to call it one way. Their purpose is not the same, and their goals for coming to our world isn’t the same either” she made a small pause, wondering if she should go on. This theory wasn’t even something she’d discussed with Will before so it was a bit strange to talk about it with Liz. She was more inclined to trust the woman now, so she went on “It seems like the first kind is violent and is trying to be conquering, while the second kind tries to stop the chaos”.

Trevor and Elon were a peculiar couple to say the least, but everything about the way they interacted with other when they visited the alchemist showed that there was a loving bond between the two. “It seems like it. They were very close together and looked at each other like people do when they’re in love”. Then she shook her head after giving a moment of thought to Liz’s previous question “I don’t think there are others like her. It was an accident to begin with, Trevor isn’t even sure what he did to take Elon out of his body and give her a physical form. It was alchemy, of course, but- it’s complicated and it took its toll on him too”.

#Liz:convo 03

elizabeth-kelly:

@cass-espinoza

“Was it just me or was your boy acting weird?” Elizabeth asked when she got back from locking the door behind the men as they left. It was an old precautionary she’d taken up years ago, especially after being partnered up with Richard at the prescient. Locked doors meant she had more time to react and get her sit in order. Beck had probably become used to that now, and would know to knock on his way back in.

Elizabeth stood behind Casiopea as she booted up her laptop, which was set carefully down on the desk in front of them. “So this Trevor guy, he’s one of you too? With a demon I mean?” She still couldn’t wrap her mind around a man with a demon who could physically be standing right there with him. It didn’t make sense…and how much was it fucking up Trevor, who happened to be the demon’s host? “You think someone would question it by now. You said she had white skin and white hair?”

Cass glanced at the blonde as she spoke. It didn’t escape her notice that Will was in fact acting weird and it wasn’t surprising that Elizabeth also took notice of it. The woman was a great FBI agent, being observant was required. “Astaroth” the brunette mentioned, certain that her boyfriend had some inner dispute with his demon “Will and his demon don’t always see eye to eye and Astaroth makes it difficult for him when that happens”. Of course she’d already made a mental note to ask him later what had happened with his demon.

The girl had her eyes on the laptop’s screen, wiring her mind to work on the task at hand instead of continue to think of the chaos she’d unleashed a few minutes ago. “Yes. But we don’t know yet around what time he was possessed by Elon. It’s just a theory of mine but I think it matter when each of us become hosts because the type of demons are different, some are more hostile and some seem more keen on coexisting with humans”. Astaroth fell into the first category and there was a gap of a few years before Cass took in Calypso in her own body. Calypso, of course, fell into the second category. She suspected Elon did too, but it was hard to determine with full certainty. “Yes, she has white skin and white hair. She really stands out a lot. But she can look like a human too so I guess that’s why one has questioned it. You see Trevor and Elon when she looks that way and it’s like looking at a regular couple”.

#Liz:convo 03

inkonapagepoetry

she loves you, and the moon whispers it to the wind, and the universe stops spinning to listen in. she loves you, and the stars dance at the thought, and you think that the constellations once knew your fingertips. she loves you, and there is a fire somewhere that bears your names, and you know that it will burn even once the world is gone.

she loves you (via parkingsonwrites)

#Cass:Musings #otp: it has always been you

falldown-getupagain

#Cass:Photo #//another one of the pics Will took :3

will-callingwell-blog

elizabeth-kelly:

cass-espinoza:

james-beckett:

Beck settled to being merely a listener in this conversation. There wasn’t much he could contribute to it, anyway, since he was the one most detached to the whole demon situation. Will and his girl as well as Liz knew much more than he did on the topic, the only thing he knew was how to effectively kill a human host in order to obliterate the demonic entity within. The ex con had already killed those seven that Callingwell ordered him to. Brian Murphy, Julia Blanchard, Jonathan Corbeau, Mary Katherine Hughes, Malcolm Sanders, Silvia Oswald and Cameron Porter. Those were names he would never forget. He kept such thoughts at bay and merely focused on listening to the information delivered mostly by Casiopea as well as the questions the FBI agent pointedly asked. Will was… well being not so subtle about wanting to know what was up between him and Liz.

The former soldier nearly rolled his eyes when his old friend suggested the two of them walk out of there ‘to get some air’. He contained the urge, though only because he noticed there was something a little off about William. Maybe this wasn’t just because his fiend was being nosy. “Sure, why not?” he responded, knowing he didn’t have much of a choice. The young man would press for answers so better be done with it sooner rather than later. It wasn’t like Beck was indispensable for the discussion currently going on between the two ladies. “We’ll be back in a bit” he mentioned to Liz before he walked along with his friend and the two left the room.

“He’s clean as far I can tell” the brunette assured with a light nod. She was more than proficient and meticulous when digging information and so far she hadn’t found anything about Trevor that would stand out or put a bullseye on his back. She did make a mental note to do yet another background check on the young alchemist, just in case, just to be sure that he wouldn’t attract Richard’s attention in any way. She could rely on her hacking skills to send the FBI on a wild goose chase if it came to it, but at present she had no reasons to think they had anything to start digging on a random individual like Trevor. Now, what kind of power did that symbol hold? Well, that was the question. It was because of that symbol that her father spoke to her when her mind went to different dimensions to meet with him. It was because of that symbol that this whole quest had started in the first place. Unfortunately, none of them had a clear idea of what it could be. “We don’t know” she admitted with a bit of hesitancy “That’s what this is all about, so we can learn what that symbol does. So we can learn if we have to destroy it or we can use it in some way in our favor”. Now they all needed to be patient and continue to look for ways to crack that code, to solve the puzzle. It felt like they were a bit closer, but so far Cass felt that each time they found some answer it just lead to an even bigger question, so this could all be over in a month, or maybe a year, or perhaps a decade. There was no way to tell. The only certainty she had was that she wouldn’t stop seeking for the answers. Just like she said to Will before, she couldn’t.

Casiopea nodded gently after the blonde asked about Calypso. “Yes, she- we both did” she answered in a low tone, hearing her demon whisper that she should acknowledge her power and her part in achieving what she did by healing Beck. But the girl was still too painfully aware of the mess she made and how Elizabeth ended up harmed by it. “She’s a reality warping demon. She alters reality, changes matter and energy, bends space and time to reach other dimension” she listed off a few things so they could have a better understanding of what Calypso was capable of, and to a certain extent, what Cass herself could do. As Will spoke, she turned to look at him. She frowned a bit, noticing he seemed a bit out of it, even as he was talking. The hand that was holding his own tightened a little and her thumb caressed his skin, aware that Astaroth was most likely speaking in his mind and altering the firestarter in some way. That gentle touch was her way of easing him, of grounding him as he grounded her when she needed it. “Calypso is not trusting, Will, she’s protective” she replied in a soft voice yet sounding quite determined about it. Her demon did what was necessary to keep her safe and if that meant relying on some other human and some other demon, then she did it. And then the other hand Astaroth trusted no one, sometimes not even Will… but she didn’t say it, it would have been a very obvious statement.

Will’s excuse to exit had not been the most subtle one and she was somewhat concerned about what his demon could be whispering that he felt the need to walk out. There was also the fact that the two friends wanted to catch up for a moment. It didn’t escape her notice the silent conversation of their own that seemed to happen parallel to what she and Liz had been talking about. It wasn’t entirely unwelcome that they left, though, because this presented an opportunity for Cass to also talk to Liz and get better acquainted with an ally she was beginning to appreciate and trust at last.

It wasn’t that Elizabeth distrusted Cass; just that she wanted to make sure all loose ends could be tied up. Richard was a ruthless, apathetic scoundrel who would do anything in his power to stop them and get what he wanted. Their lives depended on precision; they couldn’t make small mistakes like simple background checks. Then again, Liz knew sometimes she could be a bit harsh when she shifted to FBI agent mode, as her old friend Elise would have said. “All right well…I guess if Trevor is willing to help we’ll have to trust his judgement on this one.” Having some unknown source of power didn’t exactly sit right with Elizabeth who constantly liked to know and have a plan. Alchemy wasn’t at all her expertise and she knew nothing about it. Knowing herself, however, she would probably be doing some research on it later tonight.

Clearing her throat, the agent tried her best to stay open-minded about Casiopea’s demon. The situation was in no means normal, and Liz’s experience with demons though brief had been a rather traumatic one. With all this power Casiopea described Calypso to have it amazed the blonde she hadn’t use it for something far worse than helping her human host or even other humans. She wanted to ask why. Why was this demon helping them, what were her motives? Though she wanted to trust Calypso because of what she had helped Cass do for Beck, a very large part of Elizabeth was reluctant to. Beings with this much power had to want something, there had to be ulterior motives, and they were never good. Will’s demon was a perfect example of that. A good kid turned bad. Part of that- well, a large part of that was Richard’s doing. But Elizabeth couldn’t help but wonder if Will’s demon Astaroth also had a hand in ruining Will’s life too.

When Will suggested he and Beck get some fresh air, it looked like for a moment the agent wanted to protest against it. For one, Beck had just been healed and they really shouldn’t be seen walking around in public together. Just as she went to protest the walk, her eyes met Will’s. Something was off. Everything about his soft demeanor before had shifted and was altered because of god knows what. Letting out a short sigh, Elizabeth merely nodded up to Beck, giving him a small smile as her hand reached up to give his wrist a small squeeze. They didn’t seem to be paying attention anyway, or at least Will wasn’t. Perhaps the walk would do both of the men some good, and they could catch up while the women got down to business. Besides, Elizabeth had wanted to get to know Cass better, and this was her chance.

“You’re right, she is.” Will winced on his own behalf, knowing when it came to their demons he and Cass had very different experiences. While Cass and Calypso’s relationship was nurturing and caring, he and Astaroth had a completely different story. It was borderline abusive and demeaning the way Astaroth treated his human host. Riddled with ulterior motives, the albino demon dragged his human along like bait rather than treat him as an equal. That being said, there were times Astaroth was kind, and more like a father to Will than his own ever was. The room suddenly felt ten times smaller and his need to get out of it grew. It felt like Astaroth was clawing at the back of his mind, trying to get his human to listen. What he wanted was some damn peace and quiet, and he figured getting out of this damn room to talk to Beck would do that.

Letting out a soft sigh, Will leaned over to kiss Cass’s cheek before sending her an award winning, ‘I’m fine,’ smile. “Text me if anything happens while we’re gone.” Trevor had Cass’s information now that she’d emailed it to him, so if he called, Will wanted to know. As Beck stood, Will moved to the door, opening it for his old friend to go out first. There was a lot of catching up to do and for once plenty of time to do it. He didn’t know when they’d get another opportunity to talk, so now was as good a time as any.

cass-espinoza

[ End ]

#Will:convo 13 #Liz:convo 02 #Beck:convo 02 #( end of thread )

james-beckett:

will-callingwell:

elizabeth-kelly:

When moving back onto the bed, Elizabeth made sure to mind her slightly injured hand, which was still badly bruised from hitting that damn monitor. In her haste to heal Beck, she’d forgotten all about it until she felt the cotton sheets rub against her purple tinted skin. The slight wince may have been noticeable to Beck, but she was glad both Casiopea and Will seemed to be busy explaining this alchemy situation. She felt the ex-con’s hand slowly ascend up her back, his fingertips wrapping around her waist as she leaned into him for support. A soft smile pressed against her equally bruised lip, but her attention remained on Casiopea and Will as they each took turns speaking. “This Trevor fellow, he’s completely unknown to the FBI? No arrests, anything that could tie him to crime? I even mean parking tickets, Cass. If there’s a single thing out of the ordinary with this guy, Richard can find him. Not to mention any of you being seen on tap with him.” The blonde reminded the both of them, her mind racing with any precautionary measures they should take adding a new member of the team.

With an expose demon out in the open like that, it would make it much easier for Richard to get exactly what he wanted. The government wanted to use demons as weapons, having this Elon character walking around skin as white as snow would surely catch someone’s eye. “What kind of power?” Liz dared to ask, brow furrowing as her gaze moved from both Cass to Will. That was when her attention was slightly deviated for a moment. From the corner of her eye, the agent could see Will’s lips moving, forming some form of message obviously directed at Beck. Her eyes fell on the fire starter then, watching him carefully just before her attention snapped back to Casiopea. Whatever was going on between the men could wait. It probably had something to do with the arm wrapped around Elizabeth’s waist anyway. “Calypso is the one who healed Beck, right? She can alter reality, shift…things?” Biting down on her lower lip, Elizabeth’s gaze fell to her hands, which she found clenched in her lap. Fingernails had dug lightly into her skin, making small indents on the palms of her hand. Talking about demons was never easy for Liz, and in the back of her mind she was reminded why. Monica. Clearing her throat, she took a moment to compose herself, brush hair from her face and turn back towards Will. It seemed his demon would be the complicated one out of the three beside Elon’s initial reluctance, as Casiopea had stated earlier.

It was a silent conversation between the men as the women took charge of discussing alchemy, Trevor and Elon. Every now and then of course Will would jump in, add what he’d like to say on the matter, but he was mostly focused on the way his old friend’s hand wrapped around Elizabeth’s waist. Color him surprised, but he had not expected some sort of romance between the two. Maybe a friendship, but he’d seen how bent out of shape that ex-wife had made Beck. A once very strong and rather positive man was turned angry at the betray of the woman he loved most. It hurt Will to see anyone like that, and he’d perhaps been the first person to really see Beck so vulnerable. It wasn’t even on purpose either. Will shared a cell with the soldier, nothing could really truly be hidden in such a small room. Pictures of Karen began to disappear, and his leave of absences for visitation were diminished within a week. They hadn’t really even been friends yet when Will came right out and said after prison he was gonna get him laid. Seeing him with the agent now, it was the first time he actually looked at peace with his situation.

Casiopea’s voice brought him out of his thoughts as well as Astaroth’s rising voice. The entire room was looking his way by the time he realize he was suppose to be speaking, and he hadn’t heard a word of what Cass had just said. Blinking back his mind confusion, Will instead tried to get the gist of what was said through Astaroth’s exasperated grumbling. It felt as though the albino demon was pacing around his thoughts, stomping on every hair follicle on his head as he wore down a narrow path Will couldn’t seem to navigate out of. “Uh…he…Astaroth would like to know what he’s up against. He’s not as trusting as Calypso can be and alchemy is quite a strong power, Cass.” Will stammered, feeling a bit trapped in such a large space. Clearing his throat, the fire starter suddenly stood, making all three of them confused at the quick motion. “I think we just need some air. Beck, why don’t you come along? You two can talk more about security and Trevor’s files. You’ve got your laptop, right Cass?” He wasn’t visibly sweating, but in that moment, it felt like mounds of sweat dripped from the man’s brow. Perhaps it was nervousness or Astaroth’s fiery rage coursing inside him that nearly had his running out the door in a quick haste.

Casiopea nodded gently after the blonde asked about Calypso. “Yes, she- we both did” she answered in a low tone, hearing her demon whisper that she should acknowledge her power and her part in achieving what she did by healing Beck. But the girl was still too painfully aware of the mess she made and how Elizabeth ended up harmed by it. “She’s a reality warping demon. She alters reality, changes matter and energy, bends space and time to reach other dimension” she listed off a few things so they could have a better understanding of what Calypso was capable of, and to a certain extent, what Cass herself could do. As Will spoke, she turned to look at him. She frowned a bit, noticing he seemed a bit out of it, even as he was talking. The hand that was holding his own tightened a little and her thumb caressed his skin, aware that Astaroth was most likely speaking in his mind and altering the firestarter in some way. That gentle touch was her way of easing him, of grounding him as he grounded her when she needed it. “Calypso is not trusting, Will, she’s protective” she replied in a soft voice yet sounding quite determined about it. Her demon did what was necessary to keep her safe and if that meant relying on some other human and some other demon, then she did it. And then the other hand Astaroth trusted no one, sometimes not even Will... but she didn’t say it, it would have been a very obvious statement.

#Will:convo 13 #Beck:convo 02 #Liz:convo 02 #//whoa sorry I rambled #and here's Cass' wrap! :)

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