#ask caleb

[guesswhocaleb]

I’m already sprawled across your lap, completely unbothered.

“This counts as bonding time, right?” I grin, eyes half-lidded as your fingers move through my hair.

When you start your routine, I watch lazily. “Put some on me too,” I add, nudging your hand.

“If you’re gonna glow, I gotta keep up.” When you laugh, I press a quick kiss to your stomach.

“What? I’m serious, pipsqueak. We’re a matching set.”

[oc-rp-central]

so everyone, 🌟 GLOWING STAR?

🌟GLOWING STAR: what do they think about when they look at the night sky? is there someone they want to star gaze with?

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Caleb craned his head back as far as he could, staring at the dark sky. It was snowing, no stars, but plenty of snowflakes to fuzz his vision. When he righted his head, he fixed his pale eyes on you, and simply shrugged. He's been dead for nearly twenty years, and by now, the night sky was just another part of his surroundings.

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"Of course!" Belladonna stepped out of her little cottage in the middle of nowhere, Scotland, closing it with a bump of her hip and went out to snuggle next to Ellingwood. Already, there was a blanket laid out on the grass, and Ellingwood gave Bell a smile, wrapping an arm around her. Their wings glowed faintly in the moonlight.

"The night is magical~" Where Bell had a thick, Scottish accent, Ellingwood spoke with an elegance, with an accent that couldn't quite be placed -- it wasn't from Earth, after all. "Truly, the moon is a sight~"

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"Um --" Desmond blushed, once again wringing his tail in his hands and looking anywhere but you. "...I've spent a lot of time outside, Darling, and usually never by choice. I was homeless for a year or so, and before that...." He swallowed. "To put it bluntly, while the night sky may be pretty, it is....cold. There's no magic there, not for me. Not anymore."

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"No~" The Circus Master didn't even look at you, leaning against her ticket booth and filing her nails. "I don't care to look up, and there's no one I dream about."

[askcaleb-themagician]

You say you keep up with the times so I want to know: what color was the dress?

That color was blue and anyone who says otherwise is blind or doesn’t know which color is which

[gaypoplove]

Say the name, Seventeen!

YUP! 

Just so everyone knows Seventeen is one of my ult groups. I can talk about them for hours. 

[guesswhocaleb]

So....are you a brat enabler or brat creator?

.....

Am I a brat?

Caleb leans back, arms crossed, a slow grin tugging at his lips like he already knows the answer and is just enjoying the moment.

“Oh, I don’t enable brats…” He tilts his head, eyes glistening with trouble. “I create them.”

Then he steps a little closer, voice dropping just enough to feel personal. “And you?” A soft huff of amusement. “You didn’t stand a chance, pipsqueak.”

His gaze drags over you, “You’ve got that look. The kind that pushes just to see what happens next. Which means… yeah. You’re a brat.”

He taps your chin lightly, “But don’t get it twisted.” His tone softens, but the edge stays, “I’m the reason you get away with it.”

“So the real question is… are you gonna behave,” he murmurs, almost amused, “are you gonna prove me right?”

[guesswhocaleb]

If you’re having one of those days where everything just feels off? Stick close to someone you trust.

Lucky for you, you’ve got me. Don’t wander off and deal with it alone, alright?

[guesswhocaleb]

So… apparently word gets around.

I make one offhand comment about “answering a few questions” and now my inbox looks like it staged a full-scale rebellion.

Fine. Let’s do this properly.

I’m opening up a Q&A.

Yeah, you heard me right. Ask what you want. I’m not promising I’ll answer everything, but I will pick through and respond to the ones that catch my attention. Or the ones that make me raise an eyebrow. Or the ones that sound like trouble.

Especially those.

Let’s see what you’ve got.

…And try not to embarrass yourselves too much, alright? or do. Might make things interesting.

— Caleb

[guesswhocaleb]

Marina lay awake next to Caleb, listening to his breathing, waiting for the second he sounded like he was waking up. The moment she felt him turn towards her, she pulled him closer. "Happy birthday to you," she began, singing quietly to gently rouse him. "Happy birthday to you." She planted a gentle kiss on his nose. "Happy birthday dear Caleeeeeeeb," she held out the note longer than was necessary. "Happy birthday to you." She finished, putting her hand on his cheek and kissing him gently on the lips.

"I just wanted to be the first one to tell you that today. I couldn't wait anymore," she said, laughing. "Birthday breakfast is my treat. What do you want? I'll bring it to you in bed."

//lol don't worry I won't make us have two threads going, but of course she had to tell him happy birthday 😌

Caleb let out a slow, sleepy exhale, the sound of her voice tugging him gently out of whatever dream he’d been buried in. His brow furrowed for a second before his eyes finally cracked open.

“…mm,” he hummed, lips still lingering where she’d kissed him.

Then a faint smirk pulled at one corner of his mouth. “You practiced that, didn’t you?” he murmured. His hand came up, covering hers where it rested against his cheek.

“The first one, huh…” he added. “Guess I picked the right person to wake up next to.” He shifted closer without hesitation, pulling her into him like it was instinct, forehead nudging lightly against hers before he pressed a slow kiss to her lips.

“Breakfast in bed sounds nice,” he said, voice still husky. “You’re setting a high bar for the rest of the year.”

“…but if you’re asking what I want?” His hand slid down her arm, fingers lacing with hers. “Stay here a bit longer,” he said quietly. “With you. That’s first.”

“…after that, I’ll take apple pancakes. And coffee strong enough to bring me back to life.”