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set fires Jan 16, 2014 6:03:36 GMT

Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2014 6:03:36 GMT

but how could you live on a fault line
when you’re so scared to be touched
if i’m so sure that i’m drowning
why’s my mouth feel like a sponge

It's vibrant and violent and apparent and she squints, as if that will make it go away.

When she's about to knock on his door - her hand is poised and careful. The wood is old, the paint peels in one spot, just slightly. Callie wishes she could buy him bulbs, too, from Vivian so she could play flowers all around his house. Tulips, Easter tulips with pinks and yellows and soft insides. Then again, she could never make the ones under her windows grow. They withered.

She should have seen it coming.

Deciding she's done, she organizes herself. Poised, pretty. But angry. She throws poise out the window and before she can drag it back she bangs her fist on the door.

Callie might've seen this coming, but never with him. Never at Cedric's door. And surprisingly, she's brave.

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set fires Jan 16, 2014 20:31:28 GMT

Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2014 20:31:28 GMT

Cedric was careful, cautious, paranoid, and checking who it was before opening the door was more than a routine. He frowned at the slightly distorted figure standing outside, wondering if she heard the squeaking of the stairs when he came down.

He unlatched the rusty lock eventually, before Calliope could land another hit. The pale rustic door swung open on its own accord until Cedric slammed his hand on the edge. "That's enough. There're kids sleeping next door." He leaned down a little, the other hand found its way to the wooden frame. "Couldn't find the way back on your own, Miss Calliope?" It was a joke, but he was probably the only one who found it funny.

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set fires Jan 20, 2014 21:03:54 GMT

Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2014 21:03:54 GMT

Now her bravery is gone and she's unsure of her footing. How to act? What does she do? Where does she go from here? The questions start off stacked and pretty in her mind's eye but soon the tower of them wavers and wobbles. She blinks rather rapidly at him.

When all else fails she still lands on her feet. Immediately, her hands go to her hips and Callie pouts. "Aren't you going to be a gentleman and invite me inside?" Her voice is childish.

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set fires Jan 26, 2014 23:15:09 GMT

Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2014 23:15:09 GMT

Cedric was no gentleman, but he left the door hung open when he turned his back and made his way to the living room.

It was clean and slightly cramped like most rooms in this house, and a faded look on everything that could be taken down and washed. A small teddy bear, light fraying around the ears, took up the only armchair. He picked it up by the paw and sat it down on the wooden end table before sitting down. The adjacent love seat was likewise littered to toys. "What do you want?" His leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees.

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set fires Jan 27, 2014 0:57:15 GMT

Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2014 0:57:15 GMT

Even Callie knows this is no tie to be childish. She watches him drop the bear and it makes her stomach flip. Without meaning to, she blurts out "I'm pregnant." Her hands fly up to her mouth.

For a moment she looks at him like that - wide eyed, lips tight underneath her fingers. Then she drops them, curls them into little fists against her chin. "It's your's." Like a deer in headlights.

This is the brave thing to do and Callie knows that because she understands what will come next - the incredulous look, the accusation, the insult. How could she possible know it's his, he'll say. She steels herself with a steady inhale.

@cedric