forum Turns out Trauma is a Good Thing to Bond Over // OxO with Iris

Started October 19, 2019 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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(no, on the couch)

"Oh, yeah, of course." He replied. "I wasn't planning on giving you any more. It's just good for emergency surgeries." He headed into the kitchen to make some food, humming quietly all the while.

(Oh lol, I kept thinking he was on the floor)

Feeling relieved, Cal turned his head to watch Cameron head into the kitchen. He hated the way he felt so restless. His body continued to throb lightly, but his mind screamed at him to move. The Mirro had all those years of "service" to thank for this. If he wasn't doing anything, he was useless.

(lol nope)

Cameron made some food, bringing it back out and holding onto a plate for Cal. "Can you feed yourself?" he asked. He had no problem with feeding Calixto if he needed to, but if Cal didn't need help, then there was no reason to.

(Damn it Cam, just fucking try feeding him so we can made Cal flustered lmaoooo)

Calixto's stomach groaned as it hadn't had food since the morning he had left the inn. He knew he was hungry, but denied food at first as he hadn't lied, not thinking he could keep any down. He really was bad at caring for himself. Cal attempted to shift slightly, but not quick enough to break open the stitches. He moved enough so that he could have his head propped up by the arm of the couch. "I can, thanks," he replied. His arms weren't the thing that were fatally injured. He had a few cuts, but those weren't deep enough to be of any real concern. They were also bandaged by Cameron the night before as well.

Cam frowned a little, crouching beside Calixto. "You sure?" He asked softly. "I don't mind feeding you, if you need." He gave cAl a soft little smile, trying to reassure him as best he could.

Calixto narrowed his eyes at the male. He was injured, not helpless. "Positive," he replied simply before taking the silverware he was offered and taking a bite of the food. His stomach seemed to calm its complaints knowing food was on its way. Cal blinked a moment before moving the attention off being spoon fed. "Where is your plate…?" he wondered, internally hoping Cameron hadn't gone out of his way again.

Cameron blinked, then shrugged a little. "I'm not really all that hungry. I ate while I was in the kitchen, don't worry about it." he replied, trying to give Calixto a reassuring smile, though he wasn't sure that it was half as reassuring as he wanted it to be.

Cal didn't know if he entirely believed Cameron or not, but didn't question it. If he wanted to lie, he could. And if it was the truth, it was fine. It wasn't like it mattered much either way. Calixto took another bite off the plate he had been given, seeming to be doing well keeping the food down. He really didn't find the idea of vomiting appealing. And then Cameron would need to clean it up, which Cal hated the thought of even more.
"It tastes good," he stated. And it was the truth. It may not have been five star restaurant worthy, but it wasn't bad by any means.

Cameron smiled faintly, sitting down. "Thanks." He replied. He wasn't hungry, and he had had a snack in the kitchen. He may not have had a full meal, but he had eaten something so it was fine. He would eat more later, when he was hungry.

Calixto moved his legs a bit to give Cameron a bit more room without accidentally disturbing the stitches in his chest. He continued to eat, not really having anything he needed or wanted to say. It was just a relief to him that his stomach seemed to be taking everything well.

Cameron leaned back against the couch with a faint sigh. "How are you feeling?" he asked, knowing he had already asked but just wanting to check and make sure. He bit his lip for a moment.

Cal set down his fork carefully on the plate so it didn't fall to the ground. "About the same as the last time you asked," he replied. It was a snide remark without the harsh tone. He was being genuinely serious.

He sighed faintly, laughing at himself. "Sorry. I'm…not used to having to take care of someone who isn't…like me. Isn't a Berserker, I mean. It's…sorry." he ran his hands through his hair, shaking his head a little bit. He really had no experience with all of this.

Calixto raised a brow at the other male. "I'm not used to conversing with a human who apologises so much," he said bluntly. "You needn't apologise if you haven't done a thing wrong," he hummed, picking up his fork again to finish off what was left of his food. He had meant what he had said full-heartedly. His memory supplied him a plenty with past instances where his lips conveyed a feeling he did not truly feel.

He blinked. "Oh. I just…okay." he said, looking up at Calixto. "I'm not quite, well. I guess I apologise so much because it feels like I have to, I suppose. I don't know." He didn't know what he was saying, why he was saying it.

He blinked. "Oh. I just…okay." he said, looking up at Calixto. "I'm not quite, well. I guess I apologise so much because it feels like I have to, I suppose. I don't know." He didn't know what he was saying, why he was saying it.

Calixto chewed in silence, not really sure how to reply. What, was he just supposed to tell him to just 'stop' because his feelings were wrong? Yeah, no. He may have never had much social interaction, but Cal still understood what was polite and what wasn't. "You're fine. Again… you really don't have to though."

Cameron nodded a little bit. "I know." He replied softly. "I guess I just…I don't know." He laughed at himself, dragging his hands down his face and sighing loudly.

Cal sighed. He really wished the other would just go to work or something rather than doting over him and constantly apologising. It felt far too strange for his comfort level. "Just go to work then and stop worrying about it," the man attempted. It wasn't that he wanted to get rid of Cameron. The Berserker was ironically nice. No, it just felt very awkward at the moment. And that was saying something as the other had offered him sex multiple times in the past 72 hours or so.

Cameron squinted at him. "Are you trying to get rid of me?" he asked, laughing a little. "Do you not want my company?"

Calixto narrowed his eyes. "No, I am merely suggesting you leave if you are going to struggle conversing with me like this. I… also don't want you to get fired," he replied. It was the same as ever, the man was always so forward. He didn't know any other way to talk. That didn't mean he was going to mention the other part of his feelings. He didn't like how his mind was tempted to wander if he stared at Cameron for too long.

Cameron shrugged a little. "They can manage without me, I'm sure." He replied. "It's not like I do much. I'm just one of the serving boys." Serving boy and bedwarmer, though the bedwarmer part had been optional. It made him extra money, though, and as a Berserker, he tended to have a higher, well, sex drive. It wasn't a problem, he didn't need sex, he just had a higher drive for it than most.

Cal had finished a similar thought in his head about Cameron being a "bed-warmer." Wait… if the man had sex for money on occasion, did that make him a prostitute on technicality? Calixto pushed the thought away. He didn't want an answer for that.
"If you say so," he replied, no longer glaring at the other. He probably shouldn't be staring daggers at Cameron considering the other male was his temporary caretaker.

Cameron closed his eyes, letting out a faint hum. "I do say so." he responded, leaning his head on his hands and looking up at Cal.

Calixto found it hard to continue staring at the other in silence. It made his stomach churn in a weird way. It wasn't due to the food he had eaten. Not even any aftereffect of the alcohol. The feeling made him nearly want to shiver as it extended to his spine. Such kindness had to stop somewhere, right? It was so hard to understand Cameron in general.

Cameron closed his eyes, humming quietly. "Let me know if you need anything." he said, eyes still closed.

Cal blinked a moment before replying. "Alright…" he said hesitantly. Nibbling on his upper lip, he watched as the other closed his eyes. Was… was he falling asleep?

Yes, Cameron was indeed somehow falling asleep, leaning against the couch with his eyes closed. The patch over his tattoo had started to peel off again, and the edge of the spear poked up along his cheek.

Calixto stared a moment longer, noticing Cameron's breathing was becoming more even. He sighed. If he was tired, he should have said so and gone to bed. Now? Now Cal was forced to simply wait where he was as he didn't want to rip the stitching in his chest by standing to move his host.
(ok idea: Cam leans to the other side and lays overtop Cal's legs)
(or we can do sleep talking from a nightmare or… something else)
(or we just have both of them fall asleep together)

(hnng honestly idk what to do. It might be funny if they fell asleep together and woke up cuddling/spooning lmao)

Cam shifted a little bit, but didn't wake up.