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Sometimes Diamonds Fall into the Dirt

Cal wasn't considered a regular so much at The Gutter anymore, not since she had been changed. It was a place unaffected by time, everything just as she remembered it when she was alive. Some new faces and new names of alcohol for the warm-blooded among them, but that was it. She was still close with Jay, but not so much as she was before, and only came when she felt too down to hunt, taking advantage of the humans willing to give up their life source for some hefty funds. She never expected to find Armand there, of all places. After years, perhaps decades of searching for him, and him seeming to evade her always, had he come looking just for her? The young vampire thought for a moment to be coy and flirtatious, to approach lithely, acting as though she hadn't missed him terribly, but she wasn't much of an actress.

Arms stretching around him, she embraced him, burying her face into a soft auburn blanket of his hair and inhaling a scent that was akin to returning home after a long trip. "You knew you would find me here." She accused softly, happy that he had.

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She watches from the corner of her eye as he stirs, and she’s not sure if he’s even awake until he speaks. Cal says nothing back, only watches. One of his eyes is open, and it is too dark tell if it is the blue or the green one. For some reason, she feels as though it matters, as if one half of him is the strong and silly sniper she loves, and the other is the untamed and impulsive wolf she can’t stand.

With his hand in hers, she wonders how she might be able to control him, to overpower him. Could she lay atop him and hold him there? Could she force her lips on his? Could she muster any sexual power she had and place his hand on her breast in hopes that in giving herself she might take hold of a part of him? No, Leraine is both too clever and too dignified.

She turns her head, looks him in his one open eye, and realizes, painfully and for the first time, that she has no power over him. Cal is silent when she stands, lifting his arm as she goes. Swiftly and with decisiveness she places herself underneath it, climbing into the bed beside him and wiggling him aside so she has enough room to be on the mattress. It’s not an invitation but a plea, in the way she ducks her head under his chin and into his chest, curls her arms in front of her and just presents herself to be beside him and not wrapped around him. He has full power to pull away from her, to crawl over her and leave the room, or to shove her off the bed and onto the floor. Should he choose these, though, she’d have no strength but to stay where he had left her.

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He stares at her in silence until she breaks the eye contact by burrowing in against him, scooting his heavy frame sideways as she slips under his arm. The sniper’s mismatched eyes sink close and he sighs quietly, his body relaxing somehow more than it was even when he was asleep; after countless nights spent sleeping on hard ground in the cold, he appreciates warmth and closeness much more than he will ever voice to anyone.

Part of it, of course, it that it is her - she is the one thing that can push aside the haze of memory and ugly reality for a time, even when he does not want her to or thinks she cannot; she can and she does it anyway, and for a time when she is with him his mind is not on what lurks on the outside or what he’s done but only on her.

He is, of course, still a killer, but when he thinks of her he may as well have never touched the trigger of a gun in his life. And so as he allows her to press closer he forgets the fight, all the tension. He forgets everything that isn’t her - Jericho, his best friend’s spiral into the murderous madness that has claimed him (Leraine knows it has, he just refuses to accept it), every trigger pull that has resulted in the loss of an enemy life. He forgets it all, because in the back of his mind there is some small hope that once this war is over, that this - this silence, where time seems to stand still - is all he will know.

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His body is limp and relaxed beside hers and she smiles, relieved tears threatening at her eyelids but they're blinked away quickly. It is not a victory for her, she knows that now. She knows that it is not about winning forgiveness but knowing what you've done wrong that heals.

"I'm sorry..." She breathes after minutes of laying close to him, finally letting herself pull away and rest her head on the pillow beside him. Facing him, her hand touches his cheek and wanders, combing through his short hair and gently trailing its fingertips over his shoulder. Her eyes are closed, exhausted, but she knows his body.

"I'm stuck in the past, Leraine." Her voice is quiet, defeated. She knows she can't blame him for anything. "I'm stuck in the past because I'm afraid of being stuck here, I'm afraid I'll never be able to go back and this is all I'll have..." Her fingers trail down his shoulder, his arm, and find his hand and she brings it between them so she can hold it close to her, feel his strength, borrow from it.

"I'm holding onto feelings I have for my... mate... back home." She sighed the words. Luther was a complicated situation she never really went over with Leraine. "Bad ones, and I take them out on you and I shouldn't and I absolutely suck because of it." She feels heavy, like she could sink through the bed at any moment.

She licks her lips, finally opening her eyes. "I want to fight about the little, petty stuff because I'm afraid of what's more important." She confesses. "I'm scared because I love you and... I haven't known any kind of love I want since my mom died... But I want this and I want you and I'm sorry."

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From Klaus--

"So, seeing as you don’t have your own mask yet, I took the pleasure of ordering you one. It’s, uh. It’s plain." He holds the box containing the mask towards Cal. "But I figured you’d want to come up with the designs you’d like to fill it with. Merry Christmas, Cal."

Cal shook her head. "I like it the way it is." She said with a small, grateful smile. "Thank you..." It was a strange gift, the painted smile a little ghastly, but it was nice to get something other than a gift card. She knew Klaus had really thought of her. She slipped the mask over her face, feeling weird wearing it, but she knew it would feel more natural at one of the meetings. "How do I look?" She chuckled, her green eyes rimmed by the dark eyes of the mask and her voice muffled slightly.

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Is that my shirt? (Klaus and Cal c:)

"Yeah." Cal replied flatly, hardly listening as she watched the TV, mindlessly munching from a bag of popcorn. Upon closer inspection, she'd also stolen a pair of his sweatpants that had gone missing from the clean laundry about a week ago.

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Cal applies a bit of pressure to the kitchen knife, the tip poised in her palm. It hurts, but the blade isn't sharp enough to easily draw blood. Finally, the skin punctures and a thick drop of ruby pools out. Casting the knife aside, she dabs her finger on the wound, a bit of pressure making a tiny pool in her hand. She then reaches up to her mirror, a leg propped up on her dresser to reach it. The red trail creates a strange symbol from no language known on earth, and the young girl waits. When nothing happens, she wonders if she didn't draw enough blood, or if she wrote the symbol incorrectly, but suddenly, a cold breeze winds itself around her bedroom. Frost crusts at the corners of the mirror and invades inwards, clouding Cal's reflection, and as she exhales a cloud of vapor appears at her nostrils, the temperature dropping. A dark figure morphs from Cal's blurred mirrored image, and begins to make its way through the glass. Even with the flickering lights behind her, a shadow grows over the girl as a large phantom emerges. He wades his way calmly through the realm of the mirror and into the blue-painted room, standing so tall as to nearly need to crouch away from the ceiling. The girl does not blink or shy away from the creature, only stares, breathing slowly, stepping back. Her waist hits a nightstand and she reaches behind her, fingers grasping at cold glass. Behind her sits an ice cream sundae, slowly melting vanilla ice cream covered in a drizzled chocolate, topped with dollops of whipped cream and impaled with a spoon. However, she pulls from the nightstand a small glass jar with a gold lid firmly atop it. In it floats little red cherries, the missing ingredient for her dessert. Stepping towards the Phantom as he looms over her, she has no hesitation as she holds the jar out to him.

"Open this."

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[Harrassed meme]: "She fuckin' said she wasn't int'rested, asshole..." Shane strolls up casually behind Cal and gives her a quick smile before turning amber eyes on the dipshit that couldn't take a hint. "Ah will personally make it a point to break all dem bones in yah hand there if you ain't up outta here in 3..."

"Watch your mouth, babe." Cal smiled softly, unable to even feel threatened or angry or ashamed. She had Shane, and Shane would do what he did best, protect his girls.

He looked no less frightening, apparently, lugging a stroller with a baby inside, because the other was backing off as Cal lifted Junie into her arms, rocking her gently as the man who'd been speaking to her abandoned the quest.

"Sorry." She chuckled. "I guess I still have that motherly glow."

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He'd seen it out of the corner of his eye - an Army regular, not 779th, standing a little too close to Cal. Her uncomfortable body language, the tension in the air. And so, wordlessly, he'd stalked over, a uniform torn and ruffled and bloody from the mission he'd just returned from standing in for wings that would no doubt have been bristling, as he placed himself between her and the young private running his mouth, allowing his eyes to flicker to their demonic blue-on-black- just for a second.

He was just being nice, or so it seemed. It wasn't too often that the 779th mingled with other soldiers, and it was almost always strange when they did. The guy seemed nice, but asked a lot of questions. He wondered why he hadn't seen her around, when she'd joined, where she was from. To anyone else, it was just army chatter, but to a member of the 779th, the most secretive sector, it was an interrogation.

"You need me for something, Boss?" She asked, touching him between the shoulder blades. The act of intimacy was unheard of between Sergeants and those they commanded, so Cal wasn't surprised when the other soldier did a double-take from Ryde's cold eyes to her.

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"If you have any plans I suggest you drop them immediately. I'm taking you to Paris."

Her arm swung lazily over the bed. "I never have plans unless they're with you." She reminded him. "I don't have any friends."

Her head lifted slightly, a great effort in her lethargy. "Paris?"

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