so darkness i became [calipso]

[marigolds]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #eeebe3; width: 450px, bTable] notes honestly "cosmic love" by florence is a song that really suits these two idk man count 646 tags calipso Ross’ alarm goes off at five-thirty that morning, same as it does every morning. He’s out of bed by five-thirty-five, dressed in workout clothes so he can jog the path through the Quercus Woods after breakfast (which runs no later than six). At six-thirty, he comes back home, finishes his workout with push-ups, crunches, and pull-ups, and at seven he’s in the shower. He stays there until seven-ten, and then takes his medication with a glass of water when he redresses into something more formal. He then spends the rest of his morning in solitude, reading the paper or a book, maybe watching television if he’s having trouble focusing. At eight-thirty, he walks from his home to the Baccar Inn and Tavern so he can ready the kitchen to open shop at nine. This is his routine, and he sticks to it. His psychologist in the city, who oftentimes calls to check on Ross, tells him having a routine will keep him calmer, that exercise will help him sleep at night, that conformity will be comforting enough to battle depression. And Ross does feel a little better, almost every day, so he tends to listen to his doctor because of it. The Baccar Inn sits right on the line between the business and residential districts, and is a lively place where tourists and residents come to dine, maybe stay for a night or two if the alcohol makes things too hazy. Even though Ross is quiet, himself, he likes the bustle of people surrounding him, the muffled roar of a good time -- it’s settling, somehow, to know that he isn’t alone, even if loneliness may be what he prefers, now. The inn, it seems, serves as a reminder to Ross not to forget who he was in the past, before his life took a turn on a bumpy road, where the pavement crumbles and weeds curl forcefully through the cracks there. Ross shakes his head to clear his mind, tries not to think about it. He’s usually one of the first people there, sometimes just behind Calipso, who is the new owner of the inn. Today, Ross is alone, and though it is infrequent, it isn’t unheard of. Ross does have a key to the building, after all, since he sometimes has to come in late at night or early in the morning to do inventory of the food. The lock gives easily to the quick turn of the key and Ross steps inside the building, not bothering to lock the door again. Immediately, he heads for the kitchen, where he wets a rag and does his routine wipe-down of the counters and utensils, taking a bit of extra time to clear the leftover crumbs and sauces stuck to the stove. After, he quickly checks the spice rack and, finding that he’s almost out of paprika, heads to the pantry to retrieve the extra bottle. He makes a note on the grocery list taped to the wall that they need to get another. Once the kitchen is clean, he begins getting out ingredients to begin dish preparations; he seasons steaks, begins thawing extra chicken thighs, cuts up vegetables for stew, and carefully lays out the pans and pots where he wants them, empty and ready to be filled. Ross is scrubbing a few of the leftover dishes in the sink when he hears shoes clunking around in the front, indicating that someone -- his manager another employee, he assumes, as they usually don’t get customers until later in the day -- has come down. Ross pokes his head through the open wall to see, greeting them with a simple, “Good morning,” before returning to his work.

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[calipso]

Calipso was sleeping in one of the rooms on the top floor of the inn, the sun was blazing down on top of her eyes. She groaned, annoyed by the fact that the sun would be so rude as to wake someone after they where sleeping so soundly. To help prove her point, her blanket went over her shining silver hair that was in a messy clump due to bed rest. Still, five minuets later Cali's alarm clock began ringing in her ears and she let out a loud groan, hating that she had to wake up. Being the new owner of the inn meant that she had a lot more responsibility now, sadly that included having to get up a LOT earlier then she liked too. Though, Cali decided that since she owned the place she could take over one of the free rooms when they had some. So she wouldn't have to get up quite as early, and as it was eight thirty Cali decided that she better get out of bed.

The mirror wasn't Cali's friend today she looked over herself, and was a little mad at her hair for being such a mess. So, she started brushing through the long silver strands hoping that it'd soon be a little more tame. It was, but not enough to Cali's satisfaction. So she put her hair up in a pony tail, showing her face more openly and more of the tattoo that covered her cheek. She smiled, satisfied. Cali planned to help out with the inn a bit today, clean and get some decorations ready for summer time, and thus. She had to dress for work. Which wasn't much, just shorts and a tank top that showed her belly. Cali liked her skin and attempted to show as much of it as possible. Showering was something Cali liked doing at night and in her own home. So, with that she grabbed her sandels in one hand and headed out the door and went downstairs. Expecting to see Ross bright and early as always.

And there he was, in the kitchen as always. Cali thought he was a little silly, but he was good at what he did, and Cali was glad to have him as a loyal employee. Sometimes, she'd ask him to go on walks with her, which she enjoyed a lot. She could tell Ross was having a rough time and wanted to see if she could help and was sure he appreciated the walks too. So, when she walked in, she at on the counter placing a hand on her cheek and smiling at Ross. "Wanna make your amazing new boss some breakfast?" She asked, hopeful. After all, the kitchen was practically hers now. It was strange, knowing that she owned so much now thanks to Callum leaving. She'd miss him, but couldn't help but brag in her head a bit about how much more fun this will be without him.

[marigolds]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #eeebe3; width: 450px, bTable] notes count 239 tags calipso Calipso has never been someone that Ross has particularly disliked; while he may think she has a long way to go before she’ll make an entirely suitable owner, she has a flair about her that’s attractive to the customers and the rest of the employees seem to like her. Ross doesn’t mind her company, either, even going so far as to appreciate her and the lengths she goes through to make him feel comfortable. She’ll invite him on walks, sometimes, and while Ross has politely declined most of them, the few he’s attended with her had been relatively nice, soothing in a way that waltzing around in a noisy kitchen and bar is not. He might even go to say he has a begrudging fondness for the woman, or maybe a twinge of pity and jealousy; she doesn’t know her past, doesn’t even have a last name, and while Ross sometimes wishes he’d just washed up on the shore one day with no memory of the war, he realizes how discouraging that must be. Ross shrugs his shoulders at her request, as if to say he doesn’t mind without words. “What would you like?” He asks, already turning on the flame underneath the frying pan to prepare an omelet, or maybe some hash browns or even to warm up a breakfast burrito. “How does being “boss” suit you?” Ross asks politely, getting to work on the dish she’s requested.

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