#mp-callum

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   “You just...put it in your palm and use your other hand to move it around to make it that flat shape we like,” Dakota’s voice is careful as he focuses on Callum’s movements. He’s making tortillas and Callum had wandered in when he was crafting them at one of the empty booths. Curious he had paused for a second to watch Dakota and curious himself to see if the other wanted a try at it, Dakota held a lump of dough up and said, “Bet you won’t.”   Only Callum very much did try it and now they sit in zoned concentration as he works in the way Dakota had palm pressed the example before he laid it into the little metal press between two sheets of parchment paper. For all his confused expression, Callum possesses a natural talent for shaping the dough quickly enough for a first timer and Dakota looks pleased as punch when he hands the squished lump to him.   “Well shit look at that,” Dakota clicks his tongue in approval the piercing on his lip wiggling for a second in the act. “You’re pretty good at that. If you ever get bored of your day job, I could always give you one here!”

angst starters: still accepting

“Well you sure do make a point of acting like one, Callum.” Siobhan lifted her cigarette to her lips, her other hand in the pocket of her long black coat. She was leaning against the brick building that housed the bar she still worked in part time, the bass of the band performing echoing into the alley from the open Employee door to their left. Ice blue eyes finally turned to look at Callum, who looked a little rough. She didn’t think she’d ever seen him look so disheveled, the pompous prince always looking like a spoiled brat, Instagram model. If he wasn’t always such a dick to her she might feel bad for him, instead she looked away from him and took another drag of her cigarette and looked down at her boots.

“Ya know, maybe if you didn’t act like such a pompous prick, we could have been friends.” Siobhan looked at him one last time before dropping her half-smoked cigarette onto the wet pavement, stomping it out with her boot and turning to leave him there in the cold and dark alley.

meme: jingle bell memes

‘Your muse wants to build a snowman and make snow angels, however my muse it’s feeling cold and tries to convince yours to stay inside.’

He doesn’t usually feel the cold, or the heat, or anything much altogether, considering the kind of world he’s used to living in, but in this particular moment when he’s just extended an incredible amount of energy to bring his realm back in order not a few hours ago, he’s positively shivering where he’s sitting. Which means the excited young demigod pulling at his arm trying to get him to make snow angels and build a snowman gets met with an absolute zero amount of enthusiasm for an otherwise brilliant idea.

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Oh, she knew that she was doing something bad! The moment that she’d seen Callum’s diary on the floor - fallen open - the proper thing to do would’ve been to close and return it right away. But she was so curious and had never thought he’d be the type to keep a diary. She only read a little bit of it though - the moment she’d gotten to her name (her name!) he had found her.

“I’m sorry!” she apologized right away, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, “I-I should’ve put it away, but I got so curious. I promise, I didn’t read it - well, I did, but only a little bit. And I stopped as soon as I saw my name.” Her eyes were on the ground, fingers toying with each other as though scared she was in trouble.

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Yuyan was taking a walk through the park, enjoying the chilled near-autumn air and the bright sunshine. The island was awfully pretty, she could understand why the gods had chosen to settle there. She stopped suddenly, however, when she noticed someone sitting in the grass nearby, hunched over something. She pulled her earbuds out of her ears, deciding to go over and see what he was doing.