#cal-rook

[thathoutaiga-blog]

Shots

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Taiga was situated in a corner playing solitaire with his favorite deck, nursing the most expensive whiskey they had in the house—which he’d asked for by ordering, “The most expensive whiskey you have in the house.”

It was an easily defensible position, and he was watching the doors. That was how he saw him enter.

“Cal,” he said.

[crowmasayoshi-blog1]

Kind

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A child ran away from the home, and the whole staff and local police had been mobilized to try to find the boy. When they heard he’d been found, Crow, who had developed a report with Scotty, went to talk to him on behalf of the home, though the police would be dropping him back at the front doors.

When he got there, Scott was pulled up tight in the cereal section, glaring at the captain crunch. Crow had sat down beside him, leaned down to be on his level.

That was two and a half hours ago. The policemen were coming over with renewed interest, obviously sick of spending all day sitting in a grocery store as a man talked to a boy. Crow warned them off with a glare that could peel paint.

Scott was leaning against Crow. Crow had an arm loosely around his shoulders. There were regulations for when and how to show the children physical affection, but this was certainly within those.

“I want to go home,” Scott said.

“I know baby,” Crow told him softly. “You told me it had a white picket fence, your parents’ house?”

“No, I mean—home.” Scott blushed and fiddled. “I’m tired, Crow.” Crow allowed the children to call him his first name. “I want—” He breathed in. “—to go home.”

“Alright,” Crow said, giving Scott a small hug and a smaller smile. “Let’s get you home.” He motioned for the police.

The boy was taken out, Crow walking with him to the car. “See you on the other side, kiddo,” he told the nine-year-old.

He watched the car take off, Scott looking back at him. Crow swallowed. He looked around the parking lot outside Atlantic Superstore. Grumbling shoppers who’d been kept at the door by the police were brought inside, giving Crow mistrustful once-overs.

When he got back, there’d be paperwork a mile high.

He began heading back in, in a daze, thinking to get himself something cold and caffeinated for the long night ahead.

[remy-daybreak-wright-archived]

@cal-rook

Remy needed some fun, and who better to call when she was in need than Callum? Their previous arrangement had been halted due to her relationship status, but now that was null and  void. She was allowed to go out now was she not? She had done well with getting the house and her job straightened out. Even made a few friends, but her heart craved just a bit of reckless abandon. She had sent him a text, and stood outside the Monastery awaiting him. When he approached though, she took the initiative and walked up to hug him. “Hey!  Hope you got your dancing shoes on,” she told him, giving him a peck on the cheek.

[hopelesslymezei]

@cal-rook

  It didn’t take Mezei long before he noticed the other male in the group of people gathered around the bonfire. He kept his distance at first. Not because he was nervous or anything. But because, while he didn’t know Cal that well, he could sort of tell something was off. He didn’t know what it was but there was something about the way he held himself. It caught Mezei’s attention and had him curious.  Finally he made his way over to Cal after an hour or so. At this point in the night he had discarded his jacket leaving him in just one of his looser fitting t-shirts. He  was drinking from a flask he had brought with him in case beer wasn’t enough. It wasn’t. He sat down next to Cal and he smiled at him.  “ Good evening handsome, need something a little stronger?” he asked offering him his flask. It was filled with a fine Irish whiskey which was one of Mezei’s favorites. 

[thathoutaiga-blog]

Would you ever let yourself be turned into a vampire? Why or why not?

“Absolutely. If I live long enough, on the day I feel I’ve lived out the fullness of my mortal life, I’ll find a vampire to turn me.”