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when:: 2 a.m.
where:: a small park in the heart of downtown Sioux City
with:: Callie && Zahra [@divinefelt]
It was drunk and Callie was hot.
Wait.
No, no, no - that still made sense. Callie giggled to herself as she walked down the sidewalk, grateful for the cool wind on her cheeks. She knew it would take a solid shower to get all the cigarette smoke smell out of her hair from the bar, but, for now, the gusts of wind were enough to keep her sane as she raised her arms above her head, basking in the refreshing feeling. She hummed in appreciation as she made her way down the street, no real destination in mind. It was too pretty a night not to enjoy the city lights.
Her aimless wandering brought her to a small park. It only took up a city block and had a few sculptures set up for the public to admire with a circular fountain in its center. Now, Callie wasn’t one to care much for sculptures, but her drunken mind honed in on one thing: cold water. It a matter of seconds, she had ripped off her sneakers and rolled her pants legs up. She jumped into the fountain and immediately slipped. She let out a tiny yelp and found herself soaked. She sputtered as she sat up, blonde hair dangling in her face. It took her a few seconds to process before she began giggling all over again. The water felt good.
After a few minutes of basking, she pulled herself up to stand and, like a fascinated child, began wandering the fountain in circles, dipping her hands into the jets and kicking water around. She was in the middle of blocking one of the jets with her foot when she noticed another figure passing down the street. She brushed the hair out of her eyes and squinted to get a better view, and her heart damn near skipped a beat.
“Oh shit - she’s hot,” the words were out quick before Callie could wish them away. She wasn’t sober enough to be embarrassed. Instead, she leaned against the concrete walls of the fountain and shouted to be heard over the water. “Hey, lady! I just wanted you to know you’re really pretty and I love your hair!” The familiar grinned at her, cheeks flushed and brown eyes scrunched in delight.
And then the questions began. “You okay? Why are you alone? Someone as pretty as yourself definitely shouldn’t be alone this late at night!” She had no clue what time it was. “I mean, I shouldn’t be alone, but you definitely shouldn’t be alone. Do you need me to call a cab? An Uber? I will if you want!”
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luciusbelmonte:
lucius just watched the scene from afar. it was far too entertaining to do anything else. at least he wasn’t recording it with his phone. that had to count for something.it was beneath him to run after a dog. the mere thought was ridiculous. after a few minutes of consideration lucius took a deep breath and walked in the overall direction of the dog and callie. she was going to fall on her ass and hurt herself because of dog and a wrench. not entirely surprising.callie spoke with a man and went off after the dog again. the wytch looked in his mind for a sleeping spell that he could do in a semi-public area.
he followed them until the dog went into a area near the forest. perfect place. hidden next to a big tree lucius said the words of the sleeping else while concentrating on the dog. it was an easy spell, but all magic needed to be done with intention and in a serious state of mind. magic was volatile and dangerous. the dog stopped and fell to the ground. “ don´t worry, I didn´t kill it before you ask. it´s just sleeping.” he said walking towards callie and the animal with a big grin. “ why were you running after the dog exactly? didn´t catch that part of the show.”
Callie let out a string of rather unladylike curses as the dog headed for the forest. At this rate, she realized she had two options: either risk twisting her ankle over a tree root or she could shift and try to wrestle the wrench away from the dog, but her fox form was not suited for a potential fight like that. Changing into her true form wasn’t even an option - this was much too close to the city for her liking. Ultimately, Callie paused as soon as she hit the grass and ripped off her heels. Callie mustered up the energy to sprint after the creature again, only to see it suddenly collapse. She let out a shriek as she skidded to a stop, just barely catching herself on a nearby tree to avoid falling on top of it.
That could have been nasty.
She stared at it for a few horrifying seconds and even nudged it with her foot before she heard Lucius’ familiar voice from behind the very tree she’d been bracing herself with. She gasped and whipped around on him, brown eyes wide. “Lucius!” her tone was slightly scolding, but mainly relieved. She placed a hand over her heart, feeling her pulse finally beginning to slow after what felt like an eternity (it had been about ten minutes). “Thank God it’s only asleep - I thought I’d given it a heart attack or something,” she confessed as she smoothed her hair back in place, working on breathing normally again still. At his question, she walked around the dog and retrieved her wrench from where it had skittered to the ground a few feet away. “Well... one minute I was playing fetch with him, and the next he stole my favorite wrench,” she huffed, holding the tool with both hands as though she feared it might suddenly be stolen away again. She stared down at it for a beat and a slow laugh came bubbling out of her. “I guess it’s kind of stupid, huh?”
Finally feeling steady again, she walked back around the dog to join him at his side. “So... how long do you think it’ll be asleep for?”
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you shall not roll your eyes. lucius chanted the same sentence in his head like a mantra. “ better than the dungeons, don´t you think?” he replied in a serious tone. others would be inclined to think he was telling the truth.“ imagine what the humidity would do to your hair! and the sacrifices from last night still have to be cleaned down there.” lucius´ poker face was truly remarkable. rather useful when playing strip poker or the fully clothed version of the game. " I doubt that´s the case.“
his bedroom was the one in the most secluded part of the house. a perk of being the president, he gets to pick his room first. the door was protected by a spell like the one in his studio at home. always the paranoid person. evil expects evil from others.” come in.“ lucius opens the door and once they are inside he gently grabs her hands and guides her to his bed. the room is pristine, everything organized and in its right place. lucius always had a slight OCD.not that he would ever let a doctor close enough to confirm it.
” take a seat and give me your hands. I know you are in pain.“ it wasn’t the first time that he fed her with his excess magic. entrelacing his hands with hers the siphoner changed the flow and instead of absorbing shared magic with callie. before he shared more than just magic, lucius cut the connection and pulled his hands back. ” are you feeling better? this is what happens when you try to be nice towards idiots. you don’t need an excuse to come here. so next time, just bring yourself. no food needed…only for me if you really want to bring some.“
“Oh, please, Lucius! Not the humidity! My hair would never recover!” Even though Callie knew it was his own form of banter, a small shudder ran down her back at the mention of the sacrifices. Her white fur didn’t stand a chance against the inevitable carnage. She was quick to regain her typical smile and waved goodbye to the rest of the boys as she followed him up the stairs.
Callie bowed her head a bit in thanks as he opened the door and she slid inside. She arched a brow as he took her hands and lead her towards the bed, where she sat on the edge, watching him curiously. Oh. A soft laugh escaped her as she realized what he was doing and she held her hands out for him to do his work. She swore she would never get used to the feeling - every hair stood on edge as his magic soothed the minor aches. When he pulled back, she experimentally clenched and unclenched her fists, turning her hands over in her typical fascination.
“Much better, thank you,” she confessed, her grin having smoothed into her more natural smile. “Now, now, child. No need to be jealous. I was thinking of only you in the end.” She winked at him and set her purse on the bed. After a few seconds of rifling around, she pulled out the Tupperware, which was wrapped in cloth with a neat bow on top, almost like a present. “I brought a little surprise, just for you.”
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skeletonites:
* ╱ 𝖛𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖔 𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖝
●︎ when: may 20th, 2020
●︎ where: callie’s home at suburbia living, deadwood
●︎ with: @calliethefox
callie was the next door neighbor he had as a child. the one who would ask him to ‘come play outside!’ only for the poor kid to be left stranded and alone playing ball. translation? she was the type of friend he didn’t deserve, the type that would become caught in crossfires once valentino’s patience waned. his jeep came to a stop at her townhouse’s street, a long sigh escaping him before he stepped out of the vehicle. he had a few mishaps at work, minor legalities he had to take care of and his mind was boggled with riddles and solutions. callie had called at the perfect moment. the surprise she had for him wasn’t what he was after, but more or less her liquor cabinet.
“please tell me that’s a bottle of whiskey or rum or vodka, just let it be alcohol,” he announced as soon as he arrived, his frown replaced by a tolerable, but distant, smile.
Callie sat up a bit straighter as she heard the familiar rumble of Valentino’s jeep coming down the road. It was a bit out of place among the outdated sedans and ramshackle homes and the irony wasn’t lost on Callie. Having been raised in opulence, but never a part of it, she found beautiful surroundings to be suffocating. She didn’t mind using a cinderblock or two to step onto her front porch or the hum of a refrigerator who has seen better days. Her home was her home, and that was all that mattered.
She dusted off the back of her jeans as he got out of the car. She made her way over to the driveway, unceremoniously stepping over a sorry excuse of a flower bed to get to him. “Honey, do you really think I’d be able to stand right now if that was a liquor bottle?” She jabbed her thumb over her shoulder at it, wearing a shit-eating grin. “Like I’d actually wait on you before I got blasted.” Callie chuckled and crossed her arms. “Honestly, this might be a bit better if we weren’t sober, but I don’t feel like royally fucking it up before I even get a chance to give it a proper go.”
The familiar nodded for him to follow after her as she headed for the small, covered garage. “Tell you what, though. You entertain my insanity for a whole ten minutes, and I’ll let you have your pick from my personal stash,” she winked at him as she pat the handle through the tarp. “That is, of course, unless you’re too pussy.”
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lucius rolled his eyes with her antics. a very undignified gesture for a belmonte. callie wasn’t convincing him with her innocent look. it might work on some suckers but he wasn’t a fool. he knew that under the rather beautiful shape she took as both a human and a fox what hides beneath. in his mind she couldn´t be more perfect. “ you can worry about me, not them.” sometimes he behaves exactly like a child around her. a brat really.“and ruin this body that I work so much to keep? nonsense, callie.”
his fraternity brothers seemed to be enjoying the conversation. idiots. lucius turned towards them already regretting his next words. they could have food poisoning for all he cared. lucius found way more enjoyable callie’s company than any prospects of food no matter how good. ” I´m not hungry, you guys can eat it.“ his eyes traced the movements of her hands and the strange sound it made. was she in pain? he didn´t like that. later when they were alone he would share magic with her to heal faster.” let´s go to my room upstairs and talk. it´s too crowded here.“ the house looked more like a small sized mansion with all its luxuries than a normal fraternity house. after all they were students of saint leviathan and the church of night liked to pamper their extraordinary young men.
The familiar noticed the way the young wytch rolled his eyes, only adding to her entertainment. Were she a weaker woman, she would have already reached over and pinched his cheeks to embarrass him further, but she had to remind herself that she was there to make it up to him, not to antagonize him. So, she clasped her hands behind her back in a rare display of self-restraint and shot the rest of the students a knowing smile as he ‘graciously’ gave them the food.
Already well-acquainted with the luxurious manor the boys had the pleasure of calling home, Callie was quick to head towards the stairs, heels clicking against the floor. She whipped around, walking backward as she called to Lucius, ”you’re banishing me to the top of the tower already? Whatever did I do to deserve such loathsome treatment?” She dramatically raised the back of her hand to her forehead as though she were to faint. She grabbed hold of one of the posts at the bottom of the stairs as ‘support’. “You injure me so, Lucius. I shall never recover from this transgression!”
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the picture of a white fox appeared on his phone screen. it had been her doing. one day lucius opened his phone and callie had added that picture into her contact info. there was no point in changing it, she would do it again. lucius barely had time to read the message when he felt the familiar presence of his fox nearby. because he always considered callie his. not property like most wytches of his family and the large majority did but much more. his earliest memories featured a fox. not his absent mother or detached father. the only sources of happiness he had in his childhood were callie and his twin sister connected by their minds. the child once threw a deadly tantrum when they tried to steal her from him. after lucius grew up, he made sure that it would never happen.
he looked outside the window and saw the amount of things she was carrying. that food better not be for the imbeciles that shared the house with him. sometimes lucius wondered if she did it on purpose just to piss him. callie probably thought it was funny. " you guys are going to behave“ he warned the other boys in the living room before opening the door. while his face was showing a bright smile the venom in his voice was enough to make them comply.
” why do you insist on feeding them, callie?“ lucius asked throwing a disgusted look towards the bags. he liked what was inside, he just wasn’t an adept of sharing. a dramatic suffering sigh and lucius took half of the bags from her hands. he knew she was more than strong enough but... ” they are like the mogwai you can´t feed them….like never.“
Callie ignored the slight trembling of her arms as she waited on him to answer the door. She wasn’t weak by any means of the word, but losing circulation tended to make things a little harder. So, when he finally did open the door and took a few of the bags, she just barely managed to mask her sigh of relief with a quiet laugh. “Look, I can only imagine what the cafeteria makes you poor souls stomach - can you blame a girl for worrying?” While her doe-like brown eyes blinked up at him, her smile betrayed her more mischievous nature.
Lucius’ quick reference made Callie snort in a desperate attempt not to fall into a fit of giggles. “Oh, but it isn’t quite midnight yet! Surely they can afford a few scraps here and there?” Callie teased right back as she walked over to the coffee table to drop off the rest of the bags. She ignored the popping sounds her wrists made as she shook them out to try and regain some semblance of feeling in her fingertips. “Don’t you be holding out on me, now! If you should happen to find some way to eat all of this food, then what the hell are you doing in college? Sign yourself up for some food eating contests already!”
#;; not a monster but a boy [[lucius]]#no need to apologize!!#i'll start writing long posts too once i hit the groove lol
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when:: May 2020, a hot Sunday afternoon
where:: Callie’s Residence, Suburbia - Deadwood
who:: Callie && Valentino
It was ready.
At least, she was 85% sure it was ready, which was a hell of a lot better than the 30% sure that she had been at a few days ago.
Callie ran her forearm over her forehead again, trying to blink the stinging sweat from her eyes as she admired her handiwork. It was an ugly looking motorcycle that may as well have been Frankenstein’s own creation. So many different parts from salvage yards had been used that it had about four of five different colors to it. Even so, with a nice paint job, it could have been... passable.
Either way, it was the first big project Callie had completed and she was ready to show it off. Lucius wasn’t available so she decided on her next best victim: Valentino.
She haphazardly tossed a tarp over it, ignoring the fact that it had more than enough holes in it to spoil the surprise. It was the sentiment that counted, dammit! She perched on the front steps leading up to her... humble house, enjoying a brief moment of shade while she waited for the wytch to arrive.
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when:: May of 2020, afternoon
where:: Gamma Nu Alpha Fraternity House
who:: Callie && Lucius
Callie sent: Look outside.
That text was all the warning Callie had given Lucius as she stood on the lawn of his fraternity house, both arms loaded down with plastic bags full of Mexican food as a peace offering to the house’s inhabitants. She hadn’t been able to see Lucius the last weekend he had come home, and she was ready to make up for it. Stuffed in the purse that was currently squished between a bag of tortilla chips and fajita bowls was a Tupperware full of the cookies she used to make for him as a special surprise - fox shaped, naturally.
When she finally saw what looked like a head appear at the window, she gave as big a wave she could afford without dropping anything, and then made her way back to the front door to be greeted.
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when:: a hot day in May of 2020 @ 3 pm
where:: the streets of Deadwood
who:: Callie && OPEN
“Seriously?” Callie shouted after the dog who sprinted down the street, her favorite wrench in hand. This was the thanks she got for playing fetch with it just fifteen minutes earlier? The little thief! Of course, she shouldn’t have forgotten her tools in her driveway, but that was beside the point. She groaned and stumbled to a stop on the street corner, trying to regain her breath. She’d made the mistake of wearing heels and she would’ve ripped them off and chased after the mutt properly if the sun hadn’t already heated up the sidewalks to a solid foot-burning hell. She had plans for tonight and wasn’t too keen on skipping out on some solid drinking because she couldn’t walk for the next week.
It was only as she stood up straight again that she realized a stranger was watching her. She offered a grimace of a smile and sputtered out some nonsensical noises that almost sounded like she was trying to offer an explanation before exasperatedly throwing her hands in the air. “Damn animals have no respect,” were the only sensible words she could form before she took off again in the direction that it had run.
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i. overview
Species: Hallow Blooded Familiar
Full Name: Calliope “Callie” Marie Taylor
Birthday & Age: June 21st, 1992 / appears 26
Rank: Regius
Occupation: Contracted Mechanic / Registered in the Book of Lucifer for the Church of Night / Servant of the Belmonte Household & Family
Neighborhood: Suburbia Living, 1 bed 1 bath - lives alone.
Hometown: South Dakota, United States
Residency Status: Born & Raised in Deadwood
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
ii. personality
+ inquisitive, sly, intelligent, & spirited.
- brash, temperamental, guarded, & strongwilled.
iii. about the species
familiars are actually goblins who take on the shape of animals to better serve their masters. wytches often choose their familiars from a registry book given by a hive which notes immediately the relationship between this kinfolk. most self-preserving wytch views the kind as property, collecting them like monopoly. however, the option of summoning a familiar is present but it’s a road less traveled - light and shadow blooded alike. taking even more ownership, they name their familiars, while others let them name themselves. it’s due to how highly useful they are as companions, strengthening both wytchcraft and malecium, offering protection from harm and are often very useful in the casting of spells and rituals.
iv. the past
trigger warning: brief mentions of rape & abuse.
‘family’ was always a foreign concept to callie; she was damned from the beginning.
her parents were two perfectly obedient familiars for two imperfect wytches belonging to the church of night. their bonding was forced out of the desire to create two new familiars, each one as perfectly obedient as their parents. the first, was callie’s brother. he was made and grown long before she came along in 1932. another quick joining for nothing more than results.
the second child was born without a name in deadwood to be groomed by her impatient mother. names were not under the jurisdiction of the familiars - her future wytch would see to that if the child was deemed worthy of a name. the child’s upbringing was far from easy. familiars were not meant to be seen unless needed, nevermind heard. her opinion did not matter - she was to trust her master fully. if they were to demand that she bring them the still-beating heart of their enemy, then that was what she was meant to do. the child was the image of docile obedience - all it took was her mother’s quick hand and the child learned not to question anything. as the years passed, she would come to learn that her brother, who was only ever spoken about in hushed whispers, had somehow escaped. how he had done so was beyond her, but it was little wonder that mother kept such a close eye on her.
the girl was only seven years old when the second great war broke out. of course, the church of night had its own agenda to address. both her parents’ wytches were sent to fight on the enemy fronts - only her father never came back. they said that the wytch had been ripped apart by a german bomber. this was the ultimate shame, her mother would tell her when she returned from the front with her wytch well and alive. her father was useless. a waste of a familiar. a failure. a disgrace. the child should never bring her master such dishonor - it was far better that she die.
by the time the child met her older brother for the first time, the drugs had taken his mind. her mother was quick to be rid of him too. another disgrace, she would hiss before reaching for a new bottle of liquor. the child had seen the same wild look in her brother’s eyes as her mother’s when she’d had too many drinks.
perhaps it ran in their ‘perfect’ blood.
that night, the thirteen-year-old dared to run after her brother when mother’s snores filled their small lodgings. if her brother had done it, so could she. it didn’t take much for her keen nose to track him down and, while she hardly knew him, anything would be better than returning to mother’s chokehold.
their reunion was short-lived. a sheltered teenager and drug-addled goblin were no match for the church of night. she screamed his name as she was ripped from him, begging him to keep her away from mother - she knew the punishment waiting back home was going to be the worst thing she’d ever faced.
and it was.
the child was tossed on the cold floor at her mother’s feet. she didn’t dare move as she waited for the familiar sting of the back of her mother’s hand. instead, there was nothing. no harsh words, no slaps, no curses. it wasn’t until the girl finally looked up to her mother’s face that the older familiar spoke.
“so, you think you’re grown enough to run?” mother’s voice was eerily calm.
the girl quickly shook her head ‘no’, tears returning to her eyes. they were ignored.
“you’re grown enough to serve,” the woman said as she left. the girl hardly had the time to process what had just been said when an agonizing ripping sensation tore through her body. it only ended when she was in a new room, this time greeted by a sweaty wytch she’d never met before. later on, she’d learn her new master was a banker who liked the young ones - breaking them in was a specialty of his. he asked if she had a name. she said ‘no’. thus, the child was given the name of calliope.
she liked it. that was the only thing she liked about that man.
he reeked of unwashed pits and hair grease. she was convinced he bathed in the stuff. calliope grit her teeth through the years, pretending rough advances and the spittle dripping from his lips didn’t churn her stomach. she would often hear her mother’s reminders that this wytch was meant to be her entire existence until the day she died.
she hated him.
only a few months passed and word finally reached calliope that mother had died. an assassination attempt. her wytch had survived and her miserable existence had ended just as she’d hoped. ‘an orphan,’ she’d think to herself once she’d had the time to process. she should mourn, she thought… but she’d never considered the woman her mother beyond her title. father was just a word to her. mother… mother was meant to be warm hugs and loving words, not quick slaps and stiff commands. perhaps she’d always been an orphan, but only now realized it.
soon, calliope’s existence was forgotten as well. a new, younger plaything had come along and she was tossed back to hell to wait for her new master. the smell… was something to get accustomed to. hell’s influences on her seventeen-year-old mind were overbearing. the screams of the damned, the searing heat, the horrifying demons. calliope had believed that she had been trained to handle anything. she was wrong.
it took her a long time to adjust, but there were other familiars who were kind enough to act as guides. some were familiars just like her, waiting to be freed from their own version of their books’ restraints. others were free familiars. free. familiars. calliope had no idea such creatures existed. there had always been the church of night and familiars in servitude. at first, she denied that they could ever exist… but, her curiosity got the better of her. it was only a matter of months before she was willing to speak to anyone and anything. gone were her warped views of self restraint. she learned what goblins were truly like when not forced to work for wytches. she had friends and mentors who might as well have been considered her lifelines. and then some.
let’s just say there ain’t no party like a party in hell.
the years flew by before she was needed again. frankly, calliope was under the impression that she had been abandoned, much to her delight. however, the same ripping sensation pulled her back onto the mortal plane and into the 70’s. the lost time was jarring. cars were common. telephones had replaced telegrams. women wore pants. calliope was in a state of shock. her shock wasn’t permitted to last long, though. it was time for her to prove her worth - this time for a younger wytch who practically screamed ‘blue blood’, even in america.
from there, it’s a blur. calliope found herself sinking into what she’d been taught during her formative years, her mother’s harsh commands reminding her how to act. years may have passed, but the purpose for her existence was the same: serve the one you are assigned to. who cared that television sets were the most fascinating things on the face of the planet? she needed to help her wytch with a spell. sure, airplanes were no longer meant to be killing machines but commonly accepted methods of transport, but calliope needed to gather intelligence on another woman looking to gain influence with the belmontes.
as calliope proved to be more and more useful, more came to be required of her. worse yet, she learned how much she truly was regarded as an object. when she acted or assisted in a particularly desirable manner, she was passed along to someone ranking slightly higher in the church of night. every now and then, she’d find herself plunged back into hell. it was rare that she would find the goblins she had once called friends there, but when she did, it felt like a damn miracle.
she fucking hated the church.
eventually, after enough wytches were assisted, calliope found herself being summoned by none other than one of the servants of the belmonte estate. she should have been elated, but she couldn’t find the strength to smile. she was told time and time again how great an honor it was to have received the greatest gift of all: serving a master at belmonte manor.
like hell she was.
calliope was ready to do something she would undoubtedly regret when she was actually asked a question.
���familiar - you are known as calliope, yes?”
calliope stared at the wytch who summoned her wearily. “yes.”
“you may not share the same name as the lady of the house. your name is amanda.”
calliope felt her upper lip twitch into a slight snarl but she willed it back into place. “then call me callie,” she dared, her first defiant act in her decades of servitude to this wretched church.
at first, the wytch seemed taken aback, but eventually nodded in agreement. at least she had enough sway with the wytches to keep her god damn name. callie hardly had enough time to gloat before she heard it: the sound of babies crying. now, you don’t exactly see babies in hell. sure, calliope understood the concept of infants. she’d been around a few here and there, but wytches tended to be careful about the choice to procreate and she had minimal experience with goblin babies.
color her curious.
calliope played along, allowing herself to be commanded by the head butler whose close position to the belmonte’s required her extra muscle. she rarely saw the twins but in quick glances here and there. even so, she slowly found herself drawn to the babies. it got to the point where she would occasionally dare to wander off on her own to observe them.
the first time she dared to, she was horrified. she found the twin she’d learned to be lucius draining his nanny of her very life force. she had heard whispers of complaints from the nannies over the weeks. of course, they weren’t the type to dare to make their complaints common knowledge, but the fox’s ears were keen to pick up whispers here and there. callie wasn’t sure she could believe it until she witnessed the horror herself.
after the incident, the rumors were rampant and the complaints only grew. even so, the familiar found herself inevitably drawn to the baby as the months passed. she heard how he was feared and even occasionally referred to as a ‘monster’. worse yet, she watched how his mother acted as though he barely existed. it was as though he was an object to pass on to the nannies - her work was done in birthing him. that was no mother… and she could relate.
she would never dare to think of the twins as neglected but… her stomach churned as she learned that their mother stole the second twin away, all but abandoning lucius as though he were some sort of liability. she heard the whispers and watched the sideways glances thrown towards the infant. his every need was seen to, and yet there seemed to be no care behind the actions. it was all out of pure obligation. callie couldn’t help but pity he who never needed to be pitied.
when he finally grew to be a toddler and was not watched quite so closely, she grew braver. his nannies would give him a wide berth whenever they could afford to. if he would begin to hiccup, as she’d learned hiccups were the warning sign right before he’d start crying, callie would appear out of the shadows to rub against his chubby arms and soothe his whimpers before he grew too frantic. she would venture into his room at night to comfort him during his nightmares or put his toy back in his crib with him. sometimes, she’d lay beneath his crib, singing him quiet lullabies telepathically so that no one else could hear.
as time passed, he learned how to speak. the fox commonly came to be accepted as his imaginary friend. callie was delighted to listen to his quiet babbling when she wasn’t preoccupied with her standard duties of prowling the grounds for intruders and some tasty gossip.
it was the prowling that got her in trouble. another wytch spotted callie and wanted her for himself. the transfer was quick and without warning. one second, she was contentedly sleeping on the warm nursery windowsill, the next she found herself standing face to face with her new master.
as enraged as she was, she knew she needed to play it safe if she wanted to return to ‘her’ boy. her stints in hell meant she’d made plenty of friends - if there wasn’t a familiar who knew someone, there was a goblin who did. she had enough sway to pull some strings and find a goblin who was willing to add a new tattoo to her growing collection of forced runes and sigils. all it took was a few juicy whispers that could easily be used as blackmail without truly damaging the belmontes and callie had attained charmed tattoo ink that would, in combination with the right sigil, return her directly to the mortal plane in the belmonte manor. the catch? she had to ditch the wytch. sure, the sigil was strong, but nowhere near as strong as the bond between master and familiar.
so, began callie’s reign of terror. the first one was easy - no self respecting familiar in their right mind would give up on the honor of serving a wytch of his standing. she was easily rid of him and was gruffly sent back to the book from which she came in a matter of days. at least, that was what appeared to happen. instead, she popped up in the yard of the belmonte manor according to plan.
it was the closest to freedom she’d ever tasted. with no wytch to command her, the book substituted as her ‘physical tether’, allowing her her first taste of freedom. she could not only wander as she pleased, but she could also dote on her favorite child. every time she returned to the toddler, the nannies would wonder at how his imaginary friend had finally returned to him.
one day, as she was playing as a fox with the growing boy in the yard, far away from the prying eyes of the nannies, lucius asked a simple question. it was one that she would never forget.
“what’s your name?”
in that moment, callie nearly cried.
of course, keeping a secret like hers didn’t last too terribly long. once she was finally sniffed out, she fully expected to be punished. however, their first mistake was confronting her in front of young lucius, who was quick to defend her and demand that they let him keep her. they acquiesced to his pleas, but with the thought that he would eventually tire of his ‘safety blanket’.
every now and then, they would try to take callie away. each time they bound her to somebody new, she made their lives a living hell. they knew better than to truly do anything to callie for fear of the young master’s wrath. eventually, even the most stubborn and prideful ones gave up.
it rarely took arson, but she loved it when it did.
over the years, callie often blurred the societal line between goblin and wytch, becoming more and more daring with her opinions and her protectiveness. when lucius was upset, she was always right by his side as either a shoulder to cry on or a pet to hold. the two of them held genuine conversations and he wanted her opinions. he was the first wytch to ever treat her like a creature with thoughts and emotions, only serving to make her bond with him stronger.
v. the current
callie now works as a mechanic for the belmontes, since getting rid of her isn’t exactly an option. her long standing fascination with electricity has made her quite proficient at taking things apart… but putting them back together is an entirely different story. she prefers small, quick projects but does have a few pet projects here and there. she’s currently working on salvaging a totalled motorcycle for herself.
as for her relationship with lucius, she is as protective and motherly as always. when she’s not busy ruining the next fool to try and break her behind lucius’ back, she can be found lurking in the shadows near lucius, or even blatantly perched on his shoulders as a fox. she is aggressively opinionated, but is keenly aware of the precarious position she’s placed herself in. still, she guards lucius as if he were her own, and would lay down her life for him, bound or not.
when it comes to her brother, their relationship is still rocky. occasionally, she tries to reach out but hasn’t put in too much effort. all she truly recalls of him are faint, childhood memories, but all of them are stained with his previous drug usage. on rare events, a christmas card may appear in his mailbox, wishing him a generic happy holiday in a feeble attempt to reach out to him, but she never bothers pursuing it beyond that.
vi. connections
✗ THE CHAMPION - the two were born with a steely control of where and how they wanted to navigate their life. at many points, the two had to have eachother’s back otherwise their own family would have long banished them back to hell. they even tried to run away from the church of night’s coil around their existence, but were met with their mother who was a hundred steps ahead of them. the years have dampened her brother’s once fiery spirit, but she’s still as relentless.
Her face claim is STEFANIA FERRAIRO and she’s played & written by HYDE.
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