#cal 01.

[waeboots]

He is trying not to seem disappointed as he walks around the new villa, but with every new room, he’s mentally comparing everything to back home. It’s different being in Greece again, it’d been so many years and arguably, he didn’t think he was even that person anymore. He’d spent half of this new life with Cal, and they’d made a life away from all of this. Arms crossed over his chest, he goes room to room and he can’t even appreciate any of the architecture, he keeps wondering if his other half feels his sire around. If that’s something they’re all about to be dragged into. And yet, after they’d all died, maybe now would be the time to seek Hektor out again. Eventually, he makes his way from the hall to the master bedroom and he pauses in the doorway and watches as Cal puts a few shirts away. “You know, I said I would follow you anywhere at one point and I meant it.” He feels it needs to be said considering the lack of enthusiasm he’s shown for the move. “I’m just worried.” @calxlaskaris​

[leightonhaywood]

It feels too reminiscent of that first time all those years ago. Except this was Greece and not some little rural place in England and he certainly wasn’t human. It’s not something he quite expects, his sire to show up. It’s not like they don’t see each other from time to time, but it’d been a couple of decades on account of he knew Cal was plenty busy down in the states and Leighton tended to stick to Europe for the most part. “Never expected to meet with you here of all places.” He states as he looks sideways to his sire from his spot beside him at the bar. @calxlaskaris​

[amalasingh]

Location: il cane nero “I can’t believe our queen is cutting your social season short.” They’re not quite friends, she doesn’t think she would go that far. But she has seen him before, there wasn’t a single event Eve Boucher had thrown that Amala hadn’t dropped everything to attend. Cal was never an eyesore and if she had to lay eyes on a man, the least he could do was dress well. The moment she’d gotten word he’d be stepping foot on Roman soil, she’d sent an invite for him to meet her at the lounge at his leisure. Sitting across from him in the velvet booth, bottle of warmed O Negative between them, she’s both curious and apprehensive at having someone new around. It’s not like she’d been particularly close to the Juno senator, her and Ayla, and Lucien, they’d sat on the senate for their kind longer, she’d go as far as to consider them friends. @sexy-senator-renard​

[elmira-kent]

Location: elmira’s big ass beautiful house on the edge of town “Was the flight alright?” Rain gently beats at her floor to ceiling windows as they sit in her living room, the fireplace going moreso for aesthetic than anything. Part of her is terrified for him, Cal was a close friend, he was important to both her and Eve. It made sense that he’d be the one to take up the seat and yet considering what had happened, why the seat was vacated at all…Elmira’s smile falters and she tucks her legs up under her on the couch, rests and arm on the armrest as she looks across at the armchair he’s perched in. Even if she is afraid for him, she’s missed him. It’s not always the easiest arrangement, Eve is the Queen, he is her right hand and closest confidant, they’re all busy, she runs her own business. They see each other when they can, they call, when she is feeling particularly wistful for centuries past, she’ll send letters, but it is still not the same as having those close to her in her home. “Things keep going from bad to worse.” @sexy-senator-renard​

[waeteeth-blog]

It’s still weird to him, going to Void and having someone with a heartbeat saddle on up to him batting their lashes, and yet it feels better somehow than the usual routine. Still uncomfortable, but more along the lines of just being outright strange than...Unfaithful? Can he even be unfaithful to two people who both have other partners? He loves them, both of them, he thinks it means something that his usual games with his meals aren’t appealing. Patroclus is an easier read, but he thinks he’s sitting at the bar drinking copious amounts of alcohol to deal with how casual Hyacinth had been when he’d told him he should consider moving into the villa. Or Maven becoming a genasi, or Tobias moving out, or the fact he had a trip to Athens to plan. Or the whole stabbing thing that is still at the back of his mind. It’s not like the alcohol will do anything, but it is the thought that counts, he thinks. “What the hell even is there in Athens anyways?” He says to the glass of amber liquid in his hand. @calxlaskaris​