too much drip

he’s always fond of journaling a thing that he always thought was his and something no would could take away . seeing the journal fall from the girls bag he hoped that he would see her again . walking inside the small cafe he sees the brunette once again , he taps her arm gently and she turns around ❛ I think you drop this last time, don’t worry I didn’t read it . ❜

@kali-jett​

Kali had been desperate the past couple of days. She had never, ever misplaced her journal but her medicine had made her head quite foggy recently. Healing from the attack had been harder than expected and if anything she grew even more frustrated every day. Every day since she had lost her journal, she camped out at the cafe. It was nice to get away from her father and his opinions, but also, she needed that damn journal back. She could’ve spot it a mile away as she watched the older male walk in with it. She nodded enthusiastically, looking down at it and grabbed it. “You didn’t? That’s really good self-control,” she said to him nodding her head in approval. She brought it to her chest and held it there. “Thank you for returning it,” she said to him. “Coffee? On me. For keeping my journal safe,” Kali offered with a shy smile as she leaned on her crutch. She began to grow uncomfortable standing up for so long. Her new reality was tiring. 

Colton could tell things were starting to work in his favor at least a little bit. He raised his eyebrows for a quick second before looking at her. He couldn’t help but smile. “I’m not very cooperative.” He joked still looking into her eyes. “I guess I can listen to you. I’m starting to find being bossed around attractive.” Well that wasn’t a lie. He did very much enjoy having someone boss him around though Colton did also enjoy his fair share of bossing back. “Are you painting me?” He tried to not change his face too much while he looked over at her. She seemed so sweet. How long would that last after he was finished with her? 

Kali let out a laugh as he mentioned the attractiveness of someone bossing him around. She literally could not relate. Kali loved being in control of everything and despised when others tried to put her in her place. This was going to work out for sure if this is what it was going to be like. She nodded, as the brush strokes she made began to resemble his features and pose. “I am, oh!,” she exclaimed. “Can I paint violet hair on you?” She asked with a giddy aura, she loved making alternative versions of people in her art. It was the one time anyone could be anything.

Kali sighed as she stood with a crutch on one arm and her other wrapped up in a cast. She hated being incapable of doing normal things, such as standing, she grew so tired so easily. It was exhausting to her and her mental health which is why therapy was practically required. She was signing her medical forms when the pen slipped out of her grip and onto the floor. She let out an exhale, she knew this was going to be the next biggest task of her life, bending over with a broken leg and arm. She looked around, ready for people to judge her struggling. “I hate it here,” she said softly, beginning to inch downwards. 

“If I fake an injury, can I get that treatment?” A wide grin etched itself across her face. Anya hesitated slightly at the man’s question, chuckling seconds later when Kali chimed in. “A Grecian paradise, what’s not to love?” Her words echoed the truth… well, if they overlooked certain instances. “How about you? Are you enjoying your vacation?”

Kali looked at Anya as she continued to admire her father, she let out a huff and shook her head as she swallowed her food. Things took a couple more steps for her but she was glad to have been alive after what she had gone through. JJ shrugged and looked down at his daughter. “Definitely can’t say it’s Bora Bora but it’s not too bad, I get to see Kali,” he said with a smile barely appearing on his lips. “I’m glad Kali has people like you around, though,” JJ added flashing his white smile. “See, dad? Relax,” Kali said. 

Vivienne’s eyes shifted to the tall, dark, and handsome man as his voice boomed through Kali’s room, an eyebrow slowly raising. She’d seen the man before in the hospital, but figured he’d been here for someone else. Anytime Viv had come to visit her sister, it was at odd times in the day or night so she figured that was probably why she’d never seen him in here before. Vivienne watched the altercation between the two of them, remembering some of the tales Kali had said about her father. She was worried for her sister then, but Viv wasn’t afraid to put the man in his place if he made Kali even a hint of uncomfortable. She ignored the man’s attempt at an introduction as he cut off Kali to do so, going to hug her sister with a wide smile, “I’m so glad! I’ve been worried sick about you and Kennedy!” She added enthusiastically as she pulled back from the hug, noticing the man’s hand outstretched to her. “Oh yes, hi. It’s ah- nice to meet you as well, Mr. Jett. But please, call me Viv,” she added, as she shook his hand. 

A puzzled look came upon Kali’s face as Vivienne mentioned a Kennedy. She couldn’t remember any interactions with whoever she mentioned but she had to have been in her life. She grew frustrated and shook her head, as she watched her shake her father's hand. “W–who’s Kennedy?” She asked. 

JJ’s eyes widened and he looked at Kali then Viv and back at Kali. “You can’t remember Kennedy either?” He questioned his daughter concerned. His tone was more disappointed if anything and he inched closer to her. “Baby, are you sure you don’t want to come back to America? I’m getting a little worried about how much you don’t remember. This is bad, right, Dr. Holt?” He asked Vivienne. 

He smirked at her. “Yes exactly.” Colton winked at her teasing her just back. That was a pretty good reference. He tilted his head and then shrugged. “Well you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He smiled. It was nice to see her so happy being surrounded by painting materials. Colton knew he was going to have to pay attention. There was probably going to be a quiz after. “You look beautiful when you’re focused…I mean you look beautiful usually but…” It slipped out and he looked away trying to think of anything to get off his ‘misstep’. 

Kali felt the heat rise to her face as he complimented her. He was definitely getting under her boundaries and she felt butterflies flutter in her stomach. Looking up at him look away, she let her chin drop to look at him, she wanted him to make eye contact with her. “Look at me,” she said softly and continued painting the base. She was ready to produce her magic. “I can’t do this without your cooperation,” she teased him in a strict voice as she let the brushes guide her hands.  

He thought it was rather adorable to see her laugh and smile about painting. He really didn’t know much about the art other than it seemed to make a lot of people happy. He never saw the point in a lot of those things. He never had time to do them anyway. He would much rather spend his time getting into whatever trouble that he could then sit in a room and paint something he could take a picture of with his phone. 

“Oh I’m so excited.” He said smiling at her. Though for the first time he was rather interested. He wanted to know why it made her so happy? What about it was so fascinating. “That’s a really good painter.” He said thinking about what he had leraned in school which to be honest wasn’t much. “I want you to paint me.” He said giving her a smirk. “I wanna learn whatever you can teach me.”

Kali’s eyes widened as he mentioned him wanting her to paint him, “Like one of your French girls?” She teased. She hoped he had gotten the reference about Titanic or they’d just be sitting in an awkward situation. She shrugged and looked around at the supplies being laid out before them. “I can attempt but self-portraits aren’t exactly my best work,” she admitted, pulling a Canvas and paint towards her. She said that but she knew when she made art, it was serious and she actually made some pretty amazing work that had been featured in different parts of the world. 

“First, you have to prep the canvas with a base layer,” she explained, grabbing a brush and dipping it in water, beginning to layer the first coat down. “Now, I need you to pick a pose for me to paint and keep in mind, you have to stay in it until I’m finished,” she said with a bit of attitude. Kali didn’t play when it came to her hobby. She didn’t settle for anything less than perfection. 

Anya caught the expression on JJ’s face and pursed her lips, the hint of a smile forming. “Never a dull moment on this island, that’s for sure,” she explained, shrugging her shoulders. “Three years now. Feels like yesterday I was dragged here though.” The brunette observed the pair, grinning to herself. The sight of them made her miss her adoptive father. But she counted her blessings, knowing what could have happened to him if he was on the island. “It’s gotta be tough. All we can do is hope is that your memories come back sooner rather than later.”

JJ nodded, continuing to hand feed his daughter. Kali was too tired to refuse being babied and at this point, she actually needed help since she was down her capabilities on one arm. “Have you liked your time here?” Her father inquired. “Dad, maybe, Anya doesn’t want to talk to the newspaper right now,” she teased and chewed her food. 

Closed Starter|| Viv/ Kali

Vivienne had come in early before her shift in the ER to check in on her sister. She’d been worried about both of her half-sisters since they’d been injured in the Minotaur attack. In all honestly it had been taking a lot out of the doctor, worried that they may never wake up, guilt that she hadn’t been able to do more to protect them. She had placed her things down in her office and grabbed some coffee before making her way to her sister’s room to sit with her for a while before her shift had started. Walking through the door, she was surprised to see Kali awake, a wide, relieved smile growing on her lips. “Oh- Oh my gosh, Hi! You’re awake?!”

Kali’s eyes lit up at the familiar face and that’s when the massive figure at her side suddenly stood up. “Uh, who’s this?” Her father’s voice boomed through the room. 

Kali rolled her eyes and shook her head, “Dad, I’ve told you about Vivienne...” she said, an annoyed tone wrapped her words. She shooed him away and nodded somewhat enthusiastically towards her sister. “I woke up a couple hours ago!” She updated her. “Oh, Dr. Holt, JJ Jett, a pleasure to meet you,” he said, interrupting his daughter and extending his arm towards Vivienne. 

It intrigued Colton that she lived in such a beautiful place. Though a lot of people would consider this island to be a beautiful place. To him it was just another place that was like fake home. He had lived with so many people in so many states that he just wasn’t sure what it felt like to be connected to one. “That is pretty amazing.” He smiled at her. “I’ll have to try it.” He said giving her a wink. He would actually try it. Colton loved trying all kinds of things. Coffee wasn’t something he always had but it was nice to try something new. “You know I don’t think I’ve ever actually painted.” 

Colton was not someone who was known to do hobbies. He spent a lot of time screwing around and making crazy things happen. He never really once stopped to think that he could find something fun and normal to do. Sam had taught him many of her favorite things and he was excited to learn about them. If he had a hobby he enjoyed singing and doing band things with Warren. Though they mostly did that when they were younger. Now it was probably different. He probably couldn’t even sing anymore. “I know there are so many things about painting you wanna tell me.” 

Kali ate the last bit of her food on her plate, moving the plate aside and her jaw dropped as he mentioned not painting, ever. She couldn’t believe such a thing but apparently, it was some people’s reality. She had probably spent over a million hours of painting and being creative. She would never grow to get tired or grow too old to hold a brush in her hand against a canvas. There would always be the itch for her to paint over anything else. 

She nodded her head, clasping her hands together. “There’s so much about painting I’m about to enlighten you on,” she began. “First, my favorite medium is a canvas and gouache paint but I am partial to watercolors. I also have to have music on in the background if I want to create something damn near di Vinci like; if you know what I mean!” She said, giggling. 

“Oh, he shouldn’t be a thing. The guy’s a total ass.” He wasn’t really; him and Anya just had a tendency to knock heads. Stubbornness was a family trait and Anya didn’t exactly respond well to authority. Especially from a man who had been absent for the majority of her life. She shook her head. “There’s no need to thank me. You would have done the same for me.” Her voice trailed off, her brows furrowing. “Well, I’d hope so. Guess it depends on how much you wanted to humor me.”

JJ looked over at Anya and back at his daughter, a look of concern growing on his face. He set the food down in front of Kali and began unboxing the items inside. “How long have you been on the island, Anya?” He asked, basically feeding his daughter. Kali enthusiastically ate her food and nodded, “I would. I’m sure I’d have the opportunity to remember you,” she said with a shrug. “I want to know what happened to me,” she admitted defeat. 

Anya let out a chuckle when the woman shooed her away. She made a mental note to postpone asking if the man was single until later on. An amused expression eased across her face as she witnessed the sass Kali directed towards her father. “Aeolus. He’s the god of winds and air. He has a pretty nifty floating island too. Not that I’ve ever been invited.”

Kali nodded, listening to Anya. Truthfully, it helped her memory remembering all the research she had done about the Greek gods and goddesses. She had spent at least a million hours learning about her reality since no one taught her about it, especially her father. She looked over to her father who had a puzzled look on his face as she spoke and Kali wanted to scream at him, but she didn’t. “I didn’t even know that was a thing,” the male admitted, scratching his head. “Truthfully, I’m new to this whole thing,” he said, with a shrug. “But it’s nice to meet you, I’m glad Kali has company around here,” he said. Kali gave her a soft grin, “Yeah, thanks for visiting me, Anya, I appreciate it.” 

Colton nodded his head. “I’m sure it is. That’s what a lot of people say about here.” He gestured towards around him. He grew up coming and going from this island but still. It was home in a way. Not that anywhere was really home for him. He never felt like he belonged anywhere. “You’ve had an art gallery?” Colton was actually impressed. “That is really awesome.” He genuinely smiled at her. 

He never knew what he wanted to do with his life. Colton never really had direction or anything. That’s how he became a bar tender. “Ohhhh that makes a lot of sense. Well we’ll have to get one.” He gave her a wink and took a drink from his glass. He really did enjoy being with Kali. She was a nice and sweet girl. 

She nodded enthusiastically, “Yeah, after I graduated from Tulane, I moved to Hawaii to open my own art gallery and it was fun. I got to learn a lot about Hawaiian art and just the general basics of owning an art gallery,” she said in between her bites of food. “I have a dirty chai latte every morning,” she said, taking a sip of water. “Do you like painting?” She asked him, prepared to move onto the next step which just so happened to be her favorite hobby. 

The sound of somebody slipping through the door prompted Anya to spin round. Confusion was etched across her features but that expression eased away when Kali introduced the man. “Well hello, Mr Jett,” she drawled. The brunette edged towards Kalli, hovering a hand over her mouth to muffle out her voice. “You failed to mention the fact your dad is smokin’”

Kali rolled her eyes, shooing Anya away because of her comment. It was something she had grown up with this at this point, most people couldn’t help themselves when it came to JJ. JJ smiled at the female as he extended her hand for a handshake, “You’re a demigod, too, I’m assuming?” He said uncertainly. “Obviously, dad,” she said with a bit of attitude. “Who’s your godly parent, again, Anya?”

Colton couldn’t help but smirk at her. She seemed to relax and that was what he wanted. He needed her to not be on such high alert. He waved a thank you at the guys who brought the food over and also started to eat. “I knew you liked painting.” He nodded his head teasing her just a little. “I went to New Orleans once.” He smiled holding back a laugh. In fact the time that he did visit there a lot of the people he encountered told him if he ever showed back up they were going to kill him. That’s a place to avoid for now.

“What do you wanna do with your masters?” Colton was never one for school. He couldn’t stay focused long enough for anything to be useful. He really should do something more than just be a bartender but why should he? He was good at his job and he liked his boss. “What is a dirty chai latte?” 

Kali nodded, eating her food as she listened to him. “Yeah, everyone’s been to New Orleans once or twice but growing up there is way different than just going for vacation,” she explained to him. She was beginning to grow comfortable around him but there was always a pit in her stomach. She didn’t know what it was and she was beginning to understand her mother came to her in different ways so she was worried this might’ve been a way Athena was signaling her to be careful. She ignored it, for now, enjoying the setup Colton had made for them. 

“I don’t know, honestly, I just like learning, and the next step was a masters. I’ve already had an art gallery in Hawaii. I’m taking it one day at a time, y’know?” She shrugged. She gasped, “You don’t know what a dirty chai latte is? Oh man, okay, it’s a regular chai latte but with a shot of espresso in it. It’s my favorite!” She said. 

{TO BUILD A HOME} @ Icaria Hospital

Featuring: Kali Jett & Joel James “JJ” Jett

Minor mentions: @divine-conquer // Vivienne