Cameron eventually turned off the road, bounding into the forest. It wasn't too dense of a forest, with enough space between the trees for the tall man to run in between them. It was a good workout, since it made him focus on keeping his balance and not falling or stumbling over roots and loose stones.
(
lmaooo don't forget Cal can literally change parts of himself so do with that what you will)
(uh idk lemme look)
(hgbksjhfbdjb i kinda forgot about that lol)
(alright!)
(11 and 33)
(alright thanks!)
What was it with his mind wanting to give some form of trust to a stranger? The last time he hadn't guarded himself was as a child. And that mistake cost him most of his life. His soul hurt and longed for someone to fix it, but it was also too scared of being hurt again.
For once instead of fighting the thoughts, Cal let them go, tuning them out into a dull buzz as he watched the imagined clouds in the sky.
Cameron kept running, focused on the path ahead and not letting himself think about Calixto, and how, for some reason, Cam felt comfortable trusting Cal when he hardly trusted anyone.
Cal felt similarly. Cameron was the only one who knew anything about what really happened all those years ago. He had never told anyone such things. Those things were supposed to stay trapped in his mind. He was supposed to be silent and obedient. His mind didn't know what it was supposed to do. Quiet wasn't right but it was all he knew. Why did he suddenly miss Cameron's comforting words…?
Cam kept running, puffing faintly with effort as he raced through the woods, feet pounding along the ground.
Cal couldn't hold onto the dreamscape due to all the noise in his head. His eyes opened to meet the still unfamiliar color of the couch he still lay across. Sighing, he carefully moved so he could take a sip of the water left out for him. His eyes glanced at the food sitting there, but didn't touch any of it. He had never seen… whatever it was before. Cal set the glass down again before moving to get as comfortable as he could. He wasn't very hungry anyways.
(lowkey imagining it's like frickin… lucky charms or some crap and Cam comes back like: YOU'VE NEVER HAD LUCKY CHARMS? Oh you poor soul)
Cameron eventually turned around to head home, still running, still doing his best to get as much energy out as he possibly could.
(djfhbgd)
Cal denied sleep and sleep denied him. He sighed angrily at the back of the couch, for once, completely bored out of his mind. Before yesterday, he never really needed any care. He kept to what was essential to live and wandered until some place finally felt right. Despite all the hesitance to be here with Cameron… there was no real reason he had to rush to leave. Cal ran a hand over his face. Now his brain finally decides to think about the future.
Cameron kept running, eventually coming back to the road and heading back towards town. He was sweaty now, and a bit tired.
(Omg I want Cameron to come back and Cal’s actually trying to get up and he just goes: wth you told me you wouldn’t undo the stitches!)
(Cal: I DIDN’T. I was getting a blanket or something!)
(Cam: oh ok, I can get you one uwu)
Cal had enough grumbling to himself, deciding that he should solve the problem of being cold. He moved slowly towards the edge of the couch and looked for a blanket or something that was close. Not seeing one, he realized he didn’t see the shirt he had on either. Frowning, he started to shift closer to the edge of the couch. This would be his first time standing in… hours.
(:D perfect!)
Cameron slowed as he got closer to home, slowing to a fast walk in order to cool down. He knew going from running to standing still too quickly wasn't good for him.
Cal moved one leg after the other to hit the floor. He felt extremely humiliated to have to struggle to even stand. It wasn’t hard, but his wound was in a difficult spot to keep closed if he moved. Cal slowly attempted to stand only to wobble slightly and fall to his knees. He huffed before using the couch to try and help himself up.
Cameron opened the door to the house, eyes widening when he saw Cal standing shakily. He darted over, wrapping an arm around Cal to support him. "Are you trying to tear your stitches?" he demanded, gently moving Cal back to the couch.
Why did I want his doting personality back here again? he mentally groaned. “‘M not,” he grumbled, clearly annoyed that he had to lay back down after he had almost gotten up. His posture was stiff with defiance for a moment until he was on his back again. Cal stared up at the ceiling now, muscles loose again. Bad things happened when he rebelled. “Just wanted a blanket…” he said quietly.
(Cal: i’m literally a gay man who doesn’t even come from this planet, you think I know anything about kids???)
(jdhbfgjhb what does kids have to do with what's going on??)
Cameron nodded faintly, grabbing a blanket and setting it over Cal. "I'm sorry, I should have left one in easy reach." he was sweaty and still panting faintly from the run, and hoped he didn't stink too badly.
(it's in another rp and i had to send it lmao)
(It's the choccy milk)
(So does Cam like kids or nah-)
Cal took the blanket and spread it over himself, trying not to groan at yet another apology. He felt less cold at least. "Don't apologise, I could have gotten it," he muttered. He glanced at the other man in front of him, noticing the sheen of sweat sticking to his forehead. His muscles ached for movement.
(ahh okay)
(uhhhhhhhhh idk, depends)
"No, you would have popped your stitches trying to get it. I'm going to go wash off so I don't stink." he replied, stepping back and heading towards the bathroom to wash the sweat from his body.
(would he approve of small child that has ptsd and just wants hugs-)
(because otherwise only Cal gets another cameo later lol)
(yeah probably)
(lol)