#c:cal

[survivexendure]

@katarinawilliams continued from here

Cal looked at her curiously. The only people he had ever known to decline a drink were Cere and Merrin, but he wasn't about to push it. When he focused more on the world around him he noticed she already had something in front of. "Oh," he let out before turning to the bar and ordering himself something to drink.

He spun around on the spot as she spoke, glad to hear more words at least it meant he wasn't about to sit alone in a random cantina... again. "I do," he replied and then looked at BD when he let out a low agreeing chirp. "That is very true. BD hates it when we have to dig sand out of his bits and pieces, don't you buddy?" He said to another short chirp. "That is good to know. Thank you." He said, cautiously curious. Before he knew it his drink was handed to him. "Do you mind if I join you?" He asked, same cautious curious tone in his words.

As she continued speaking he took it as a chance to sit not beside her per se but more like the edge of the booth. He did a double take when she called him force sensitive. "That was unexpected," he said quietly so no one else could hear. "I won't insult your intelligence but all I ask in return is that you don't shout it out to the galaxy. That would be greatly appreciated. If you must know though, I'm looking for someone. A Latero, short four arms doesn't shut the hell up. His name is Greez." He let out a sigh and drank some of his drink, worried he was saying too much. "Honestly, I'm here on a hunch that's all."

[raregcms]

@invulnerablextouch // kissing the top of their head as you hold them. (For Cal ^-^ )

She's not small, by any stretch; Rogue is tall, long in the limbs, and muscular besides, yet she has managed to curl herself up rather neatly into Calvin's lap, because what she isn't is cumbersome. Tucked into the space between his arms, she is warm, and safe. Comfortable and relaxed, feeding a craving she hadn't realized was eating her alive until she'd found one person in the whole world for whom her mutation was nothing more than a mild irritant. Prolonged touch, they'd found, made the point of contact go a little numb, and he sometimes felt woozy afterward, maybe a touch of a headache. So she was dressed in one of her loosest, comfiest sweaters, some leggings and soft socks, while he'd put on a Henley and some sweats. Neither made a move to leave this spot - privileged to just while away an afternoon watching a movie.

He can't help himself. Leaning up, he pressed a kiss into her hair, right where that shock of white meets the cascade of auburn curls.

[merriemarvels]

@alwaysxinxtrouble // from here

Despite having committed Logan's abilities to his repertoire for close on a decade now, Calvin still managed -- usually -- to be a somewhat heavy sleeper. Long days split between meetings, philanthropic visits, and of course, training up a new crop of recruits, left him feeling pretty weary at the end of it all, and he'd come to enjoy the quiet of crawling into bed with Matt and just letting it all melt off. It wasn't always easy, and more than a few times he had sworn under his breath at the state Murdock often returned home in -- but he had enough battlefield triage experience to stitch wounds, patch scrapes... offer a few kisses to make it feel better. Moreso he hoped his own presence was as calming, but eventually, as the arrhythmic padding of feet going round and round in the next room finally drifted through his subconscious and pulled him to alertness, he realized that he'd taken that for granted.

Not that he blamed Matt for whatever demons plagued him in the night... but he couldn't help worrying.

Rolling off the bed, snagging a discarded pair of sweatpants and tugging them on before heading into the living room. "Hey--" he said softly, announcing his presence -- not that his movements would go unnoticed, but he didn't like the haggard look clinging to Matt's form. "Hey, c'mere. Why didn't you say anything?"

[norargent]

@callhearst​

That’s new. Nunca pensei que você pudesse se interessar por uma revista de moda. O que aconteceu, cansou de escolher as modelos que vão ser vistas com você e tá querendo terceirizar o trabalho? Nós não fazemos isso aqui, sr. Hearst. 

O que te fez sair do último andar e se aventurar por aqui? Algum problema jurídico? 

[shcwclf-archive]

@calxlucas​ || los globos, nye party

IT WAS A FUCKED night as it was. the sitter was late, mila had to go with plan b in terms of attire as freya had decided to play dress up in a four thousand dollar gucci dress, subsequently pouring raspberry soda down the front, and her driver seemed to not know the speed limit, sitting comfortably under it the entire time, in spite on the ticking clock.  after a quick check on the club, and a few texts to her son which resulted in her feeling less than comfortable with anything, mila was well and truly in need of a stiff drink. 

she watched them dance from the bar, her conversation ( or lack of ) with her son playing over and over in her mind as she sipped on the gin and tonic in her hand, seemingly lost in thought and not at all aware of her own surroundings other than the heat that came off of the closeness of his form beside her. “— did I take it too far? I mean I called him a cunt, but that’s kinda normal banter for us, isn’t it? I called him fucking macgregor, but he’s acting like— i hate drugs. i fucking hate them.” it was ramble that flowed from her without any restriction, but one she needed to release. 

[dreamsbornofgrain]

Arista had heard his footsteps as he walked into the room, but she hadn’t bothered to look up as she was too preoccupied with the sparkling lights  of the city outside the window. If she listened hard enough it was almost as if she could feel the pulse of the city down below. During the day she found it invigorating, but at night, at night she missed the quiet serenity or the stars. And in that moment she felt the first pangs of homesickness creep in.

“I wished these windows open,” she told her mentor because she didn’t know what else to say. Clearly, they weren’t about to take chances Tributes would jump to their deaths before the games, but she missed the fresh air. Turning slightly, Arista allowed her eyes to fall upon the man that was her Mentor. A man she had heard whispers about over the years. “You’re not going to tell me to go to bed, are you?” Most of them, twenty-three to be exact, were living on borrowed time as it was. So what was a late night here and there?

@callahanspelt

[thesophieblackburn]

Cast Off Today

Sophie was finishing up her chores at the club for the day before she had to head off to see Dr. MacAlister to get her cast off. In reality, she was stalling since Andrew had scheduled one of her regular appointments for the same day. She winced as she struggled to lifet a heavy case with just one arm. Jason was going to kick her butt if he got back before she was finished. Taking a deep breath, she wiggled her way back to the front of the bar.

@attycal

[survivexendure]

@siiinfully

The crew, or what was left of it, of the Mantis had tracked what they believed to be a Sith Lord though the galaxy all the way to the Alderaan system. It took a second to believe they had the right coordinates. Alderaan wasn't known for harbouring Sith, senator Organa himself had spent a lot of time working against that side but yet here it was. Night had fallen when Cal caught the glimpse of what he believed to be the robes of a Sith walking down a seemingly empty street and into an alleyway. It seemed like they were walking in the direction of a senator's house. Cal was at odds. Did he follow them or did he make his presence known and hopefully save the senator from a horrible fate in the dead of night. Deciding the latter Cal ignites his lightsaber in the dark alley. "You picked the wrong alleyway tonight." For the love of the force he needed to come up with better one-liners, even BD let out a low disappointment chirp at that.