Okay.. My family are all staying out overnight in various places, I have delicious foodstuffs, and the computer is free until tomorrow afternoon at the earliest.. Let's see what we can do!
Disclaim: I'm not religious myself, but don't mean for this next passage to be in anyway offensive; it's just that Caleb is the type of stubborn bloke that I think would be less than worried about offending religions he thought to be ridiculous (I already wrote that he tells Hay Lin rants about how religion annoys him).
It was half past seven when Caleb stumbled into the kitchen and Cornelia Hale found herself staring down at the slightly soggy cereal. Anything other than the sight of him; it not helping that the boy seemed to always forget that he was dining with four girls, and he'd only apparently worn a pair of boxers to bed. Again. He did it fairly often, and Cornelia had never minded the fact that he was fairly ripped, and in fact was proud to be the only one here to have noted that a lack of any noticeable scars would only be a reflection of his skill in battle. "Will is coming for breakfast."
"S-she's wh-at?" Cornelia's blue eyes shot up when Caleb choked at Irma's word; spilling a dribble of tea down his chin, that he wiped off as his green eyes surveyed the brunette. Caleb had never truly seemed to take all that well to Will, less so than Cornelia herself now that she'd made it good with the redhead, but Cornelia had always seen it as Will pushing away rather than Caleb pulling. They clashed; collided, and nothing could help it, but right now Cornelia was envious of the fact that Will had been wise enough to see the difference between charms and general politeness. Caleb was a rebel leader of another world, and with a face like that he probably had first choice, even over the older boys. Caleb didn't want an Earth girl, and certainly not one who barely met his age..
"When's your birthday?" Cornelia's blue eyes opened wide and raised again to meet shocking green that almost looked.. Furious. It was gone in an instant though, and Cornelia was left blushing profusely as Irma chuckled throatily at her bazaarness of question. "I.. I just wondered.. Will told us you were.."
And there it was again; a flash of emotion which Caleb seemed to blink to hide away, and Cornelia entirely forgot what she was saying from the complete penetration of the almost yellowing lime of his eyes.. They changed a lot, and Cornelia had never understood if it was the lighting or his mood, because it didn't really link up either way, but.. "It's December 25th, and I'm fucking Jesus."
Irma positively cackled at that, and Hay Lin stood up from where she'd quietly been sitting; sifting through the cereal for the prize, she currently had a defiance in her eyes that Cornelia smirked at - apparently she was going to take Jesus' side on this. "Don't say that!"
She walked up to the boy leaning against the counter then, and whispered something in his ear that made him snicker. "I truly doubt 'God' will smite me, lígo Hay Lin."
"Oh, he will." Cornelia smiled as Hay Lin tapped the tip of her nose rather than the side; it had taken the blonde nearly a year to realize that Hay Lin was not just trying to be funny. It was adorable really, especially considering that Cornelia was quite sure that Hay Lin was neither christian, nor catholic, so what she was doing defending God, Cornelia really didn't know.
The smile became a grin as Hay Lin kept her eyes on Caleb, walking away backwards and continuing further she needed to - backing straight into a soaking haired Will, who caught Hay Lin (who'd screamed in shock) and Cornelia watched knowingly as Will's gaze finally met Caleb and the girl immediately scowled. "And you call me naked? You're wearing less that I was!"
She knew exactly what Will was talking about thanks to Hay Lin, and smirked at Caleb as the boy's cheeks flared. It was fairly impressive considering they'd all had bets Will would be the one embarrassed, yet Caleb was proving them wrong by quickly evacuating the
room.
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"It's a beautiful morning." Elyon blushed heavily, as Prince Phobos eyed the greenly tinted window with a smile as the meek sunlight slipped through and made patterns dance over their faces. She'd woken up in cold sweat with images of a less friendly look on her Prince's face, and couldn't stand to look out at the dusky clouds that only replenished her memories, but they weren't even believable, Elyon continued to chide herself. Caleb was in no way an innocent, and Elyon did not wear a corset, and Prince Phobos would not ever ignore her as he had in the dream. No, his eyes would always be on her, Elyon reminded herself, much in the way that they pervaded her core now: paired with a smile that could melt ice. "The sun is very beautiful."
Elyon found her pinking self staring at her morning meal rather than looking at him, as a tiny voice in the distance tried to remind her of what shame was. The minuscule echo became a shout when it pointed out he'd complimented the sun and not herself. "I.. It was a bit dark, and.."
"It's breathtaking." So were the words as he spoke them and Elyon felt her throat go dry, but hastened her cutting and letting her eyes wander to the standing Lord Cedric, who appeared to be eying the meal as she ate it; leaving Elyon with an immense guilt at the fact that he was hungry, and she was eating more than she even wanted, simply so that her despicable mind could prolong the meal with a man who happened to be her brother. "A rose is a delicate thing Elyon, but it is only beautiful if we have the light that enables us to see it. A flower needs sunlight to grow, and magic can only help that so much.. The gardens will flourish thanks to you."
"Prin- Phobos..?" Elyon moved the food about on her plate with her fork, and stared at it with the interest of it being something addictive. Elyon had always loved how Phobos said things like that, but there was a doubt that troubled her mind. "Do you know Caleb..?"
Lígo - little