#&(cal)

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She definitely had a concussion. Acacia hadn't thought she'd hit the wall that hard, but she definitely, definitely had a concussion. She was dizzy and slightly disoriented, and she already had bruises making an appearance on her neck.

The witch simply covered the marks with a scarf, and made a note to visit the infirmary later. Finding Cal was more important at the moment, making sure he was alright, or at least going to be.

Acacia leaned carefully against the doorway, stabilizing herself, trying to hide that that was what she was doing. Find Cal. Gods they hated each other, but she needed to know he was okay.

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@muddledmenagerie elisa for cal

"Hello, Doctor Lightman." She greeted mildly, stepping out from the corner of the house as he got out of his car, arriving home late that night. She smiled benignly, if for nothing else to watch him not believe it. She had been careful to make sure only he saw that she had an ulterior motive-- like a little game of toying with his ability to read people. Everytime no one else was looking, she let a shadow of the monster beneath show. Just a shadow.

"I can't wait to know what you know." A dozen crows landed on the roof the house, looking down squarely at him in silence. Mild scare tactics, because it was amusing. "You don't strike me as the type to be interested in eternity-- which is just as well, but if it's any comfort to you, you'll live forever in me. You and your little party tricks." A pause. "I suppose there's some marginal comfort in being with Zoe and Emily forever, even if it's only in my veins."

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𝐂𝐀𝐋 & 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 @omniishambles continued from here

“But if I listen to the anger...” she said, stopping abruptly. She hesitated, ashamed, but then, he could read it all over her face anyway, right? Why not speak her mind? It was funny, she used to hate that about Cal. But now, she often found it quite liberating. She could just tell him everything. Even the things she feared. Like that.

“If I listen to the anger, I think I’ll just kill him.”

If Fish was always honest and blunt, there were things even she kept to herself. Emotions and feelings that felt like a tumor in her heart. The survivor’s guilt, the hatred, the hunger for vengeance.

But now, the dam was broken, and it was seeping through the cracks.

“I’ve thought about it so often, you know. I think a part of me was hoping he’d escape. So I could get my chance, so I could be the one to catch him this time.” She shook her head. “I guess you can’t do the job I do, and not get a little bit messed up in the process.” Tears started falling from her eyes, and she looked away.

“I’ve picture it so many times. How it would feel, to punch him. Abigail’s dead, and she died because of me. Sometimes I tell myself I owe it to her. But maybe I just want to stop feeling so guilty all the time.”

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"If that's a veiled criticism about me, I won't hear it and I won't respond." from Cal

𝐂𝐀𝐋 & 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 @omniishambles

"Oh man, did it sound veiled? I was going for really obvious and cutting," grinned Fish, leaning on Cal's desk. "I guess I'll just have to go harder next time, right? Make sure there's no room for doubt."

She grabbed a file from his desk and mindlessly flipped through it. "I thought you'd be thrilled about this case, you love telling people how right you are, and how wrong they are..." A little sigh left her lips. She was putting on quite the show for him. "Oh well! If you won't help me, I guess I'll have to work it out all by my lonesome. Woe is me."

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"Smile is the second best thing you can do with your lips." From Lightman!

"Hmmmm, is it?" she purred, examining Cal with a little grin, "so what's the best thing, I wonder? Maybe you could tell me."

Leaning closer, she hooked her arms around his neck. "Or better yet, maybe you could… demonstrate." Her lips were so close, he could easily take them if he wanted. It was an invitation, of course.

The casino was packed, it was hardly the most secluded place for a kiss. But she did not seem to care, her warm breath brushing his skin as she got even closer, whispering: "And then, I can show you the best thing I can do with my lips."

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OK but Cal and Fish for the kid meme, just for funsies lol

from: If they had a kid meme status: accepting!

Name: Dylan Lightman Monet

Gender: Male

General Appearance: Dark brown hair, blue eyes, 5'7"

Personality: Dylan is very laid back. He doesn't respond well to authority, and his big mouth gets him in a lot of trouble at school. He doesn't seem to care. He's not very sociable and prefers to keep to himself.

Special Talents: Dylan loves painting. He's been painting and drawing since he could hold a pen.

Who they like better: While he likes both of his parents, I think he is closer to his mom.

Who they take after more: I'd say he's a healthy mix of both his parents, especially when it comes to his big mouth and his uncanny talent for sarcasm.

Personal Headcanon: Dylan doesn't want to work in law enforcement at all, but both his parents' careers inspire his art a lot. He likes to draw faces and portraits the most, because of his dad's work.

Face Claim: Damon Albarn

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@omniishambles sent: [ 📲 message sent: ]  i know you're busy but please add me to your list of things to do. From Lightman 😌 from: 🐝  *  ―  𝑷𝑰𝑪𝑲 𝑼𝑷 𝑻𝑬𝑿𝑻 𝑴𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑨𝑮𝑬𝑺. 

[ 📲 Lightman ] i'm sure i can find a spot in my to do list [ 📲 Lightman ] squeeze you in there ;) [ 📲 Lightman ] you're fine sharing my attention with a bunch of serial killers, right?