Cal made a face at the second option. He didn't think he really wanted to know what Cameron was implying. It seemed the male had repainted his hands to hide his vitiligo again, though he was unsure as to why it bothered the other so much. The tiny patches weren't something to be afraid of. Though, he probably couldn't say that as he could alter his skin tone if he wished. The light tan was nice though.
Cameron saw the face, and let out a soft chuckle. "Mm. It's not that bad." He said with a shrug. "None of them have ever hurt me. Or not on purpose, anyway." He let out a sound that was half laugh, half snort. He ran a hand through his hair. The dye made it feel rough and strange, not it's usual silky smooth feeling that he was used to. Then again, he hardly recognized himself in the mirror anymore, so that didn't really matter that much either.
Calixto felt something in his chest at the sound of the other's laughter. It was bright sounding and happy. It also confused him as to how sleeping with a stranger wouldn't be "that bad." Especially if they were several years older than you. It seemed wrong. Cameron could do as he wished though. He would be singing instead, so it was fine. Fatigue was pushing at Cal's mind, but he forced it back for a bit longer.
Cameron looked over at him. "You know, you're being really quiet and it's starting to worry me." he remarked. "Did you change your mind, or are you just here for some company?" he looked up at the sky, which was already darkened into nighttime. He looked at the stars, letting out a soft breath. Some people believed the spirits of the dead went to the stars; the Kevrans believed that they became one with the sea. What he wouldn't give to see the sea again.
Calixto raised a brow in confusion. "Worry you? I don't understand," he said, tilting his head lightly. He thought it had been obvious that he wasn't much of a talker. Guess not. He stared at Cameron a second longer before continuing. "The song you sang… it takes experience to make lyrics have meaning. There was sorrow in your voice…" he stated, now looking at his hands while he played with his fingers. His mind returned to the memory of his homeworld, understanding what it was to lose something.
"Sleeping with old people won't bring them back," Cal said suddenly. It was incredibly blunt, but he knew no other way of putting it.
(romance like: hey i sympathize with u)
(Calixto: stop sleeping with people and try something else)
(okay but truth lol)
Cameron flinched slightly, and something in his face closed up and shut away from Calixto. "You think I don't know that?" he replied, voice turned cold and distant. "I sleep with people because that's part of my job description. Sometimes yeah, I'll take in interest in someone and try to get to know them a bit better. So what? It's none of your business. You'll probably be leaving tomorrow anyway, what do you care if some guy in an inn sleeps with people?" there was a faint biting note in his voice, a hint of anger, but nothing harsh.
While Calixto hadn't expected the outburst, he was used to people being upset with him. It didn't stop the hurt from reaching his eyes though. There was a genuine question Cameron had asked that he didn't know himself. Why did he care?
"You're right. It isn't my business," he said, voice suddenly gaining a bit of exhaustion to it. He had thought about listening to the other male sing for another song or two, but it seemed he wasn't wanted. Cal got to his feet before bowing his head lightly. "Goodnight."
Before waiting for a reply, the man stepped inside.
Cameron blinked. "No, wait, I…" He trailed off. When Calixto was gone, he slammed a fist into the wall, feeling splinters drive into his knuckles and blood trickle down his skin. He felt the tattoo on his jaw burn, and felt the old hunger to kill and kill and kill and destroy. He swallowed. No. No. No Berserking tonight. At all. He told himself, taking several deep breaths to try and calm himself down before something happened that he would regret.
As Calixto walked away, he heard a thump from outside. Keeping himself collected, he returned upstairs, but to go to sleep for real this time. That old echo of the man who used to own him echoed in his mind. That's what's wrong with you Mirro. You don't know your place. While Cal didn't want to believe such a thing, it was hard not to see the valid point to the statement. Perhaps his kind coming to Earth was one of the worst decision they had ever made. Humans didn't like what they didn't understand.
Cameron sighed softly. After a moment, he headed back inside, greeted with cries for more singing. He began to sing again. "Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows. Fair is the Lily of the valley. Clear is the water, that flows from the boyn, but my love is fairer than any." He took a breath, and kept. "Twas down by Killarney's green woods that we met, and the moon and the stars, they were shining. And the moon shone its rays on his locks of golden hair, and he swore he'd be my love forever."
(Song is "Red is the Rose". My favorite version is by The High Kings. If you wanna look it up, go ahead!)
Cal now stood in front of the mirror, staring at himself for a moment. Sighing, he reached up and pulled off his dark shirt. The mirror now presented to him the full view of the scars. Calixto frowned, thinking about the longest one across his back. He had managed to fight the forceful pull in his mind once and for that slight hesitation of an order… a knife had been dug into his back.
Oddly enough, there were a few stretch marks as well. His body had been unused to proper eating habits the month after gaining his freedom, so once his forced thin form had a chance to regain its healthy weight, they formed. Not wanting to look much longer than he had to, the male traded his pants for a softer pair to sleep in. Rubbing at his eyes, Cal climbed into the temporary bed. He nearly flinched at how cold it was. No wonder a sleeping buddy was an option for patrons. This didn't quite change his mind about refusing Cameron however. It wasn't likely that he'd attempt to speak to him again either. Deep inside, it infuriated him how his will to fight had been dampened from all those years. Now wasn't the time to think however. Closing his eyes, he let himself fall asleep.
Cameron finished up that song, and a few more. He grabbed himself a drink from the bar, and downed it quicker than he probably should have. And he downed a few more, as well, still faster than he should have. Singing all those songs from Kevra… it had reminded him far too much of what had happened to Roshan, and to his country. So, half-drunk and exhausted, he thought absolutely nothing of it when he went into Calixto's room and got into the bed with him, lying down and falling to sleep almost immediately.
Calixto hadn't felt a thing when the other male snuck into bed with him. He had already been sound asleep by then. He wasn't the type to toss and turn either. Cameron could probably pull him close and he would be none the wiser. The bed was warmer now that he had been asleep for awhile. Cameron's additional body heat helped as well.
By the time morning rolled around, Cal was still on his side, facing away from the guest he wasn't aware that he had. Still half asleep, the man cast a quick glance around the room before shutting his eyes again. He could stand to sleep a moment longer.
(Now is where Cam can either grab him to cuddle in his sleep or make a noise or whatever)
(to get senpai to notice him i'm sorry)
Cam let out a soft groan, rolling onto his side and flinging an arm across Calixto's waist lightly. His Berserker metabolism had already absorbed all the drinks from last night, but he was asleep and didn't know what he was doing now. He sighed softly. The dye had smudged a little in his sleep, showing strange, pale streaks across his face, and his hair was also lighter than it had started the night as. The cloth patch covering the tattoo was starting to peel at the edges.
Cal jumped, falling out of bed. He stared up at the form in his bed, completely confused. Was that… Cameron?! His cheeks were a bit warm now, emotions mixing into something strange. It was a bit of embarrassment, bewilderment, and a bit of anger. The guy just did whatever the heck he wanted! He had yelled at him. He had barged in here without permission. What made it okay for him to lay in his bed and touch him after last night?! And… to top it all off… "Cameron" might not even be who he said he was! Cal couldn't believe how stupid he had been. Vitiligo? Really?! Running a hand through his hair, Calixto narrowed his eyes at the other male. Cameron's skin was likely pale underneath whatever paint he used, hair maybe a lighter blond or something. The male then noticed the small patch. Standing up, he reached a hand towards the cloth to see what was underneath. He wanted to believe it was a wound of some sort, but couldn't really trust that anymore.
Cameron shifted again, but didn't yet wake up. He mumbled something unintelligible in his sleep. There was the dark tip of something poking out from under the cloth patch. A dark tattoo. Were the cloth removed, it would be obvious what it was; a black spear, the mark of a Berserker. Men who fought and killed without seeming to register pain or blows that would have been deathblows on any other man. Who could kill even family or lovers in that battle-rage, without it even registering until it was far too late.
(I gtg to bed soonish. Good night!)
(Lol, sorry, I went to bed too so good night???)
Calixto gently grabbed the edge of the patch, gently peeling it back. The spear marking was now out in the open. He had only heard of people like this. People who used to kill and kill and kill until each one was wiped out of existence. Apparently one survived the massacre. Cameron was a dangerous being to be around. However, there was plenty of opportunity for him to have murdered Cal on the spot. Taking a deep breath Calixto thought about what the next course of action should be.
(I lowkey wanted to make Cal go: "huh, a tattoo. Ok i guess" and just have no idea what it means, but he's not dense lol)
(lol alrighty)
Cameron awoke when the patch was peeled away, and sat up quickly, eyes flicking wide as he touched the tattoo, eyes going to Calixto. "I'm sorry." he said quickly. "I-I can explain, I'm not going to hurt you I swear, please don't tell anyone." the words spilled out of him too quickly. He knew that his very existence was illegal, that most would see him as a monster, a murderer, who didn't deserve to live anyway. All it would take now was for Calixto to raise the alarm, and Cameron would be doomed. "I'm sorry." he said again, holding up his hands.
(lol)
Calixto's eyes widened for a moment before narrowing once again. Cameron may have been swearing up and down that he wouldn't harm him, but this incident wasn't helping his trust level. It wasn't that he was afraid, it was more frustration than anything. At Cameron. At himself. Sighing, Cal stared down at the other. "Explain yourself then," he said, attempting to make his tone similar to the way he used to be spoken to.
"I…" Cameron took a deep breath. "Right. I'm…I'm a Berserker, as you can see. I'm from Kevra, like all Berserkers. I…what exactly do you want me to explain?" he asked slowly, raising an eyebrow. He didn't want to tell Calixto everything about his life. About the cages, about what the Empire had forced him and his kind to do. About Roshan. His shield-mate, Battle-brother, and lover.
(Ok before I reply…)
(Pick an angst option. I'm going to be very vague so it's more of a surprise)
(Angst 1: Cal has a slight mental breakdown)
(Angst 2: Cal gets angry with how things turned out)
(uhhhmm…..I honestly don't know lol. Whichever one you want is fine ig)
(nonono pick)
(Angst one, then lol)