(djhfbskj a crossover might be fun)
(lmao)
(fgjhsbkdjfhb Cameron knows his own parents are dead tho, so like. neither one of them has parents lmao)
Cameron came back after about ten minutes, looking over at Cal. "Is there anything you need? Anything I can do for you?" he asked,bouncing one leg a little bit.
(tbh I would really like Zedd and Cam to talk because Zedd typically doesn't like people when he has to talk to them for longer than 5 minutes.)
(nfwjnef aaaa that's funny from an author perspective, i'm sorry, I laughedddd)
Cal ignored Cameron, pretending to be asleep. He technically did want something, but didn't really have interest in having someone help him bathe.
(bagsgsg we could talk to Fraust and figure it out maybe?)
(Shdgdggs same tho)
Cameron waited for a moment, then shrugged, grabbing a book and sitting down to read, staying close so that if Cal awoke and needed something, he could help.
(eee maybe)
Cal listened to the sound of Cameron's footsteps, only to internally groan at the fact that Cameron had taken a seat nearby. He pursed his lips before actually closing his eyes. At least this version of suffocating wasn't as bad as what he was used to.
(ahaha i'm just imagining them sharing a bed again after they start dating and Cal's just unmoving in his sleep and Cam's the one who rolls around/moves in his sleep from time to time lmao)
Cameron kept reading quietly, not really paying too much attention to Calixto. He didn't mean to be suffocating, he was just trying to take care of him.
(Ajdbdgs yesss)
At that point, Cal had actually fallen asleep. It was back to how it usually was. Dark and without dreams. He was honestly surprised that Cameron hadn't mentioned the fact that he hadn't eaten since he had been gone.
Cameron figured Cal would be alright, since he'd eaten before Cameron went for his run. He would wake Cal up for some food later, probably.
Cal at least felt better with a blanket to cover himself. It made staying asleep easier. If there weren’t the rise and fall of his breathing, Cameron might assume he were dead. He was never much of a mover in his sleep.
Cameron kept reading quietly, settling into his seat with a soft sigh. He felt better after taking a fun.
About only twenty minutes had passed before he woke up again. Cal sighed, deciding to push the blanket away from his face as he was quite warm now. He blinked a few times, getting used to the light, before noticing Cameron still there. And… he looked like himself. No dye.
Cameron was still reading, cross-legged on the chair and humming faintly to himself, not noticing that Calixto was awake yet. The dye was indeed washed out, leaving him pale and blond instead of darker and brunet.
Cal found himself staring at Cameron longer than he might have anyone else. He had a slight idea at what the other would have looked like without the false coloring, but seeing it now…
He really didn't know what it was. It just… looked right. They looked less alike now.
Cameron didn't seem to notice that he was being watched, still quietly reading his book. The spear tattoo seemed even darker with his skin pale, sharp against the pale skin of his jawline and cheek. He smiled just a little bit as he read, letting out a quiet sigh for a moment.
(wait i just realized Cal wouldn't know how to read something more complex like a higher level book oh no)
Cal stared at the novel, curious as to what the title said. He hoped it was in Kevran so he wouldn't have to make excuses as to why he didn't know what it said. He wondered if that was why Cameron was smiling at the words written there. Perhaps the book was about where he came from.
(aksbsbhdv oh no–)
Cameron kept reading his book, humming very very faintly for a moment, then going quiet again as he read, turning the pages. The book was not in Kevran, no, it was in the common language.
Cal pretended that the book was about what he assumed, and wondered what that part of the world was even like. How did other people look if Cameron appeared different than the rest? What did the land look like? Was it warm? Was it cold?
Eventually, Cal looked back at the ceiling. That's what he wanted to do one day. Travel the world until he found somewhere that felt like home. Well, as close to home as possible. He felt saddened again, unsure of everything.
Cameron looked like most Kevrans, except for the spear tattoo. Kevra, in the north, had mostly paler people, and here in the more southern regions, most people were darker skinned than Cameron was.
Cal eventually lost himself in a daze, just staring at the ceiling. He didn't have a clue as to what his home looked like nor how far it was from Earth. He didn't even know where to look for others of his kind. He felt alone no matter how he looked at it.
Cameron kept reading calmly, not seeming to notice Cal's silent distress.
Cal sat there, seeming to be lost in his thoughts. He was almost tempted to get up and find whatever alcohol it was that Cameron gave him so his thoughts would blur and go away. Wait… was that why a lot of humans drank? Because they were sad enough to want their heads to become numb? Cal nearly huffed in annoyance. That wasn't an excuse for what some of humankind had done to him while drunk.
Cameron eventually closed his book, setting it aside and stretching with a quiet sigh. He looked over at Calixto, wondering if the other man was alright, but not wanting to pester him.
Cal seemed to notice the movement, snapping him out of his thoughts. He was overly aware of things around him, still self trained to be cautious. It was ironic seeing how the very man who he was constantly aware of was on his mind, distracting him when he got captured. And to think that was just yesterday… or today… he didn't even know.
"You alright?" Cameron eventually asked, looking over at Calixto. "Need anything?" He cracked his knuckles, rolling his neck and shoulders, his neck letting out little pops and cracks too, with each shift.
Most might have been startled by the sudden popping of so many joints, but it didn't seem to bother Calixto any. It honestly gave him the impression that the other must have been sitting there awhile. "I'm fine," he lied, not wanting to divulge into the vault of trauma trapped in his mind. Again. He couldn't let his mind get so bad like in the inn that night or like moments ago. "I don't, no," he added after a moment, referring to the second question.
(ok so in school we just finished Frankenstein and holy crap, Cal's kind basically are modern versions of the creature because they were so badly hurt for just wanting a home-)
"Alright." Cameron let out a faint breath, smiling a little over at Calixto, then looking away again after a moment, running his hands through his hair.
(Avshshsb I am a Victor fan and not a Creature fan, but I can see where you're coming from, yeah)
(Also uh. I feel kinda stuck and don't know what to do in the RP)
(hghreie my friend is such a Creature fan and she would happily punt Victor into the sun)
(Whereas I'm here entirely neutral because both were at fault in some ways)
Cal looked towards the bowl full of… whatever it was. There were little colorful shapes scattered amongst tanish bits. He didn't understand what it was so he hadn't eaten any of it.
(sjdhdhdg oof)
(Yeah I get that, I just don't think being abandoned as a baby justifies murder of multiple people)
He followed Cal's gaze. "Oh, you want some?" He asked, standing and stretching again with a faint smile. "You're welcome to some, if you like."
(Victor did abandon him, yes, but if he learned to be benevolent and truly took that to heart, then he wouldn't have murdered others. The point being if he had his own morals created and such then he was responsible for his own actions smh)
"I don't even know what it is," Cal stated, not exactly eager to try anything from the bowl. It looked too brightly colored to be considered anything that wasn't artificial. Sure, fruits and vegetables were brightly colored as well, but it was clear they were grown fresh in most circumstances.
(exactly! And everyone's like "oh it's not the creatures fault" like bitch he knew exactly what he was fucking doing, don't give me shit)
"It's, uhm, candy." He said, picking up a piece in his hand. "It's not exactly healthy, but I love it anyway." He looked at Calixto uncertainly.
(he literally didn't have to burn the DeLacy cabin but he did hrisjdk)
(lmao i was imagining it being lucky charms i can't ahahahaha)
Oh. That made more sense. He was probably still a bit out of sorts in memory recollection after having slept so much. Even if it was off and on, it was a lot of time being unconscious. That was a scary thought in itself.
He'd never had a lot of candy, but when he had, it wasn't all it was hyped up to be. "I've never had any of this kind before…" he hummed. Despite the fact he didn't quite care for the sweets, he reached for a random piece and stuck it in his mouth.