#calliope converses

[aceofwhump]

The Sandman 1x11

#sandmanedit #the sandman #dream of the endless #tom sturridge #calliope #melissanthi mahut #the sandman spoilers #my gifs #mod post #look i got a LOT of feels from this conversation #so i decided to gif the whole thing #now excuse me while i go cry over these two #i love them #emotional whump #this new gif limit is amazing #i love it #no more worry about fitting it all in 10 gifs

[cuubism]

First of other-pairings fics. Calliope & Lucienne. this dynamic turned out odder than I thought it would.

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At long last the Dreaming is normal again -- such that the Dreaming can ever be normal. After a century of decay in which Lucienne had feared the Dreaming might simply fade away, after the manifestation of the vortex in Rose, when she'd feared it might be ripped apart entirely--after all this, the Dreaming is peaceful again.

It should be peaceful.

Why can't she feel it?

Lucienne is wandering the palace gardens. She does not often wander. Usually she walks with decision. But all the major reconstruction is done in the library, and around the Dreaming more generally, and while there is always general organizing, and a continual influx of new books, her time is not currently fully occupied.

And so she is wandering. Something she had only truly done during Lord Morpheus's absence, when the library became too unspooled to tend, until things decayed to the point that even the gardens felt treacherous and she had retreated to the palace.

She does not think she is meant for wandering. She likes to have something to do. One of the hardest things during this century of a crumbling Dreaming had been not being able to do anything.

It's as she is walking the gardens, the peaceful-yet-strange breezes of the Dreaming fluttering the tails of her coat and chilling the tips of her ears, when she encounters a familiar--yet unexpected--dreamer.

She looks much the same as when Lucienne had last seen her, those thousands of years ago. Poised, elegant, timeless. She's wandering just as Lucienne had been doing, the long hem of her dress brushing the grass, and despite her bare arms doesn't seem chilled by the cool wind. What is she doing here?

"Lady Calliope," Lucienne greets as their paths cross at an intersection, surprise slipping past her usual professional neutrality. There is no perfect way to say, I thought Lord Morpheus had barred you from the Dreaming, but Lucienne is a master of tact. "I... had not expected to see you in the heart of the Dreaming. Welcome."

They had known each other once, though they had never been friends. Lucienne is, and was then, a custodian of stories, and could not help but to admire the muse who had inspired so many. Calliope was, and perhaps is still, a being of grace, and there was much to admire in that. But there was always the wedge of Morpheus between them and the possibility of friendship.

Calliope gives her a wan smile and an acknowledging dip of her head. "Lucienne. Greetings. Fear not, I've not come to trouble your lord. He would not admit me anyway; I know this without having to approach the gates."

Lucienne thinks this is true; if she were meant to find her way inside, she would have already, else Lord Morpheus would have found her here. But Lucienne had not been aware they were even on such meager visiting terms.

"It is no trouble," she says. "You are welcome."

It is strange, though. An upset to the tentative balance. Only Morpheus softening his ire could not be a bad thing... could it?

Calliope trails her hand along a flower petal; the stem shrinks back, and then reaches for her again. She touches another: it shrinks, and then reaches. "Yes, it seems he has given me leave to wander the gardens. I suppose this is progress."

Lucienne's curiosity overtakes her propriety. "Did something... change? Recently?"

"Oneiros and I met recently under poor circumstances," Calliope says, and looks up at the tall spires of the palace, just visible over the trees. "We had not spoken for a millennia."

When she doesn't continue, Lucienne asks, "And... you are speaking now?"

"It was I who first went silent on him," Calliope says, skirting the question--though perhaps the fact that she's outside of the palace instead of in is its own answer.

"I remember," Lucienne says. She remembers, too, Morpheus afterward. Lucienne does not believe in exonerating him of fault, but when it comes down to it she is Morpheus's man, so to speak. If there must be sides, she always knows which one she is one, particularly when it comes to his heart. And there are always sides when a marriage falls apart.

She wonders if she should be wary at all of Calliope's renewed presence here. Not that the goddess would mean harm, but harm does not have to be meant to be enacted.

Calliope gives her a knowing look, like she suspects much of what Lucienne is thinking. She is clever, and perceptive. Once Lucienne had thought--hoped--that she might be good for Morpheus. That she had mettle enough to withstand his tempests, and to stand up to him, and yet the gentleness to be soft when he needed it. That her steady tides might temper his storms. Perhaps they had, for a time--Lucienne's knowledge of the situation is certainly not entire. But storms and tides... too easy for the storm to whip the tide into a froth. Too easy for the tide to pull back into the ocean right when the storm is about to fall.

"We are not speaking," Calliope says at last, "though I have made the offer. Perhaps I was silent for too long. I could not forgive him for how he treated our son. Still, I cannot. But..." She looks up again at the highest spires of the palace, expression creasing in a pain that's familiar. Lucienne has felt it herself. "But, I think that I no longer begrudge him the strangeness of his grief."

Lucienne wonders if Morpheus's grief is not so much strange as it is simply buried, but doesn't say so.

Calliope shakes her head, looking back to Lucienne. "I speak too much. Long has it been since I have been in the Dreaming this way. It loosens the heart, does it not?"

Perhaps for dreamers, Lucienne thinks. For herself, she knows quite well how to shore up her heart. Perhaps she learned it from Morpheus, all those years perched upon his shoulder.

"The Dreaming does reach for emotion," she says. "It recognizes you."

Calliope touches one of the flower petals again. "Yes. Tell me, how is he? You have always had a most perceptive eye."

Met under poor circumstances, she had said. Lucienne wonders whether Calliope knows where her former husband was this century. The manner of the question suggests that she may, but Lucienne won't speak of it regardless.

"Lord Morpheus has been busy," she says. To say that he is well might be overstating it. But he has... changed, she thinks. Perhaps for both good and ill.

"I imagine," Calliope says quietly.

"But it is peaceful here," Lucienne adds. She will convince herself of it.

"So it seems," says Calliope, even as another chill wind rustles her hair. "I am glad of it."

Lucienne wonders if Morpheus will speak with her, eventually. And whether that will bode healing or more grief.

A stronger wind blows past. Calliope looks away, as if hearing something far off--the morning is calling her to wakefulness.

"My lady--" starts Lucienne, before she can disappear--but Calliope says--

"Please. Calliope, now." Her smile twists--reflecting on something Lucienne does not know of. "I am finding I don't care much to be... deified in this age."

It is strange to have seen her and Morpheus in the early notes of their courtship, at the peak of their joy, its plunging wake, eons of silence-- and to see them now, backs turned to each other, and yet something so similar upon them. Sometimes, Lucienne does not know what to do with all that she has witnessed.

"Calliope," Lucienne amends, and Calliope gives her a real smile. "Shall I tell him you were here?"

"I am sure he knows already," says Calliope. And this is true, Morpheus certainly does.

"Shall I tell him anyway?" says Lucienne.

"I do not wish to make you into a messenger between estranged former lovers; you have more important work to do than that, I am sure," says Calliope, but looks contemplative. "Yes. Do tell him. I should like this open door to be..." her gaze flicks up again at the palace, and then away, "acknowledged. Thank you, Lucienne. Fare you well."

Then she's gone, back to the Waking. Lucienne watches the gently-swaying flowers. Truly, strange breezes are blowing in the Dreaming. And she does not know if the tentative peace can hold against them.

#this fic did not pass the bechdel test XD #my writing #lucienne the librarian #calliope sandman #the sandman #lucienne queen of overanalyzing every line of the conversation. she's just like me fr #need a tag for these solicited fics... #sandman character prompts

[kibo-ichiro]

Callisto: Do you know how many bones the human body has? It’s 206. We start with 369 when we’re babies but they fuse. Wouldn’t you want to go back? Have as many bones as a baby? What if I could help you.

Penelope: Hi, yeah, what the actual, literal, GENUINE fuck does this mean.

#This is one of their first conversations ever #Callisto trying to show off how smart he is #Penelope is now disturbed #it’s great #callisto regulus #penelope eckhart #callisto x penelope #calliope #villains are destined to die #vadd #death is the only ending for the villainess #ditoeftv #incorrect quotes #source: tumblr #meme #funny

[raymuratadraws]

The way I see it, the Greeks and Romans were never like, "omg Muse leave me the fuck alone, i need to stop obsessing," so why should I? 😌 Arma virumque cano. Eu canto as armas e o varão...

#kelp #dungeons and dragons #sea elf #raydraws #runechild sorcerer #the hateful six #shattered moon #my pretty fish man #i invoke calliope #yeah I'm quoting the aeneid to justify my obsession lol #granted vergil was getting paid by the fucking emperor to write #while im just having fun but hey #does look like I'm gonna be playing with pietas as a motif here (why didnt i realize this earlier) xD #and lol do i fucking love his and Lehiri's relationship #they can go from the cutest conversation about sheep to heated debate in the drop of a hat #and i gotta reread five times to even figure out what triggered either of them xD #i live

[onehundredandeleventropicalfish]

sandman and hadestown really do work so well in conjunction with each other when it comes to parallels and character analysis

mostly in the realm of angst, and we all know i can write plenty on that

but it's not all angsty parallels, there are some fucking hilarious ones

for example, this

this he gets from his dad.

#it's barely a joke either like destruction calls out this exact parallel TWICE #he sees dream be a complete romantic disaster who falls in love in 0.5 seconds and has no concept of normal #and then he sees orpheus and he's like oh god not another one. #(and like i'm not even stretching ANYTHING with this one dream is canonically the type to build you an entire wing in his palace) #(after you've known each other for like. two weeks. if that.) #god i would have loved to have seen a conversation between calliope and eurydice about their disaster husbands #the sandman #hadestown #dream of the endless #orpheus #mine

[isit-allover]

one thing about emily axford pcs is that they will call me out/expose some deep-rooted insecurities and trauma /pos

#and ​i love it every time #they also always leave me feeling deeply bisexual but that’s a different conversation #emily axford #dimension 20 #naddpod #fig faeth #sophia lee #jet rocks #saccharina frostwhip #sundry sidney #chirp featherfowl #ylfa snorgelsson #moonshine cybin #onyx lumiere #fia boginya #tarragon snakeroot #brimstone billie #calliope petrichor

[cream-and-tea]

LAY ME DOWN. chapter thirteen excerpt. unedited. featuring: a spiraling pallas accidentally (and then very purposefully) listening in on judge and calliope as the two take a private moment to discuss their newly-formed plans. arguing and relationship conflict. death mention. eavesdropping with malicious intent.

[Transcript under the cut]

happy pride it’s judge and calliope time. alexa play steamroller by phoebe bridgers.

TAGLIST (ask to be +/-). @vellichor-virgo @transmasc-wizard​ @houndmouthed @muddshadow @just-wublrful @corkywantstowrite @shrunkupthejams @andromedatalksaboutstuff @kingsinking @lungs-and-gills @lychniscitrus @phantomnations @onomatopiya @sapphos-scientist @arctic-oceans @perilous-prologue @redbloodprose

“…not gonna be us.” The murmur drifts up, spoken with a firm certainty. Pallas, feeling distinctly gargoylelike, slides down until they can crouch by the arm the statue has cocked against its hip. Closer to the conspirators. All the better to hear you with.

“You don’t know that,” Calliope says, petulant and pouting as a child denied desert.

“I do. Come on, what is there to lose by losing us? I don’t know if you’ve noticed but we’re not exactly the most loyal knights in the kingdom. We just need this to work.” Judges voice is rawhided and definitive, as if the plan has already been carried out and the inevitable outcome insured. From here Pallas is startled to see that her hair is unbraided, so long now it falls well past the bottom of her back, lying against her shoulders like a raven-coloured cloak.

Calliope snorts, ever impetuous. “And you trust Fiver to know what he’s doing?”

“Of course I don’t, but he’s right that we’ve been hitting dead ends for years now. This might be wild enough to actually work.”

“And if it doesn’t?” Pallas wonders if anyone else notices how still Calliope goes when Judge touches them. With anyone else it would be too subtle to catch, but Calliope is so overwrought in everything he does that the quiet always overtakes her like a possession, not a natural state of being. Wet wool slung over a fire, honey-glaze smothering a cut of meat. It spreads from the point of contact (in this case Judges hands moving to rest on her hips) and swallows the rest of his body in wavering silence, eyes darting to the scars gored across one side of Judges face. Unless it’s a fight Calliope never initiates touch. If it’s a fight she always hits first.

“Then we find something else.”

“I mean if it never works, Judge,” Calliope huffs exasperatedly. “If it turns out the puzzle can’t be solved. What then?”

Trouble in paradise. It brings Pallas a gross sense of satisfaction to watch them fight, to see Calliope clumsily jab her fingers into every sore spot imaginable without even trying. Watching the spectacle he makes of himself almost makes them feel better about Agnes. Almost.

Judge laughs, and it’s not a kind sound. “You’re just saying that ‘cause you’re pissed and want to fight something. I won’t humour it. Besides, that’s not possible.”

“Why!” Pallas wonders whether the nights have been rough recently. Calliope is in a proper state, one that can only come from the wear of a particularly vile transformation.

“I don’t know Cal. Because if you open a door to get in a place you have to be able to open a door to get out of it? Because nothing else makes sense? Because I have a life, okay? I have a family, and I need to get back to them.”

“You don’t know that you do though! It’s been years! It’s the apocalypse! They could’ve left. They could be dead.”

Immediately after the words leave her mouth Pallas can see regret flood into Calliopes face. They watch with a sick, bubbling joy as her mouth opens and closes several times, obviously searching for something to say and finding nothing. Silence stretches and congeals between the two of them, a physical thing. Pallas almost feels like they could reach out and touch it, if they wanted to. The naked pain in Calliopes eyes is unmistakable even from a distance. If the words struck Judge like a physical blow her pain is reflected back onto Calliope tenfold, and Pallas watches the corners of his mouth work in a panic. They bite the inside of their cheek.

Three, two…

“I’m sorry,” Calliope blurts. Totally pathetic, but for some reason that doesn’t help Pallas feel any better. In fact how they can still predict these people is making things increasingly worse. They were supposed to be past this as well. Judge and Calliope are nothing to them now, relics of something long dead. At least they should be.

“I’m sorry,” Calliope repeats again. She drops to her knees in front of Judge, gathering her hands in theirs. Pallas suppresses the urge to vomit. “I'm sorry. That was a shit thing to say.”

Judges voice is so small and strained it’s barely audible. “…was.”

“I didn’t mean it. I didn’t.” The alien stillness shrouding Calliope is gone, instead replaced with a wild and tender desperation, every expression and movement raw as a new wound. There is nothing subtle about any of it and Pallas is safely smug that this lack of control is something they’ve been able to overcome that he never will. That is what separates the wheat from the chaff after all.

“I know Cal,” Judge sighs, not unbitterly. She detangles her non-scarred hand to comb it through Calliope's hair, and that aching stillness washes over them again. It’s the trembling quiet of a bull in a china shop, the silence of someone scared to move lest they break everything around them. Calliope lays her head down in Judges lap. Pallas has to lean closer, arms straining, to catch his next words.

“Please don't hate me forever,” she says miserably. “If you hate me forever I’ll die.”

“I do not. Hate you. Forever,” Judge sighs. “I’m just upset. There’s a difference.”

#*pallas voice* physical touch? romance? two things i have an extremely complicated relationship with and strong repulsion to! #i know exactly who i’m gonna spy on! #and then they get their ass absolutely fucking handed to them after being caught spying #not a lot of stuff calliope does is justified but i stand with her on that #if i was having an EXTREMELY loaded conversation with my sort-of-girlfriend-slash-externalized-moral-compass- #slash-person-i-swore-infinite-loyalty-to-out-of-bonedeep-nauseating-guilt #and then realized that my archenemy had been watching the whole thing and definitely judging #i to would try to rip them apart with my werewolf teeth. #wip: ghost story #creme does a writing #romance tw #god i need a judge and calliope tag

[whitestnoise]

It's okay to be nervous, everybody is the first time. But once those monsters are coming for you your instincts kick in.

#first kill #firstkilledit #calliope burns #tess franklin #(mine) #these type of conversations are like catnip for me #more more more!!! #you should question these kind of rules #and this is my second gif set of a show where the discussion goes 'can they feel and love' #i guess that says something about me 🧐

[nctural]

anna x calliope || @immcrtalsx

anna hummed as she poured the tea into the teacup. "thanks for coming around - i know you probably had your own jobs to do today." the brunette admitted, offering the other a kind smile. "what can i say i love the company." she was honest as she took a seat across from the other.

#conversations | anna blanche #featuring | calliope santos

[dragons-in-spaceee]

I think the sandman has broken me a bit. Saw some beautiful fanart and my only thought was “ooug”

#posting this now cause I’ve actually started saying this #in everyday conversation #the sandman #dreamling #morpheus #hob gadling #calliope #not art

[psycheterminal]

Calliope and Roxy, possible post-canon discussion

Non-explicit discussion of intimacy and intercourse below and brief mention of alcohol addiction. Cut for length.

I haven't read any of their dialogues for quite some time, so apologies if their characterizations are a bit off!

CALLIOPE: does it ever bother yoU that well. we'll never be intimate? ROXY: what do u even mean haha ROXY: we like ROXY: cuddle every single day!! it is COMPLETELY wonderful. CALLIOPE: bUt that isn't hUman intimacy. we'll never... yoU know... do the deed? ROXY: oh, that. you mean. sex? CALLIOPE: yes, i mean that! well. we do roleplay it... ROXY: hmmmmm. so, let me make sure i understand what youre worried about: ROXY: youre worried that roleplay and cuddling ROXY: which is the most awesome thing ever ROXY: isn't enough for me? CALLIOPE: oh, i sUppose it soUnds silly now. nevermind, i'm jUst being stUpid.... U_U ROXY: u are wonderful and not even a little bit dumb at ALL ROXY: you remember how i mentioned that i grew up in another 'timezone' from jake and jane right CALLIOPE: oh yes, yoU did! yoU were raised separately from the rest of yoUr kind! ROXY: yep yep ROXY: the only other person in the WORLD was dirk and he was busy with jake stuff. ROXY: that and lots of troll robots who would have been a huge problem if they found me CALLIOPE: yoU mentioned that yoU are rather glad to not be in that sitUation anymore, many times! i am, too! ROXY: u are and always have been so so sweet ROXY: so i know that you consider yourself a girl but that gender for ur species is uh ROXY: negotiable and stuff on gender. CALLIOPE: close enoUgh! ^U^ ROXY: i find ever1 cute ROXY: *every1 ROXY: every time i see u again after being apart u take my breath away ROXY: with how much u amaze me just by being you ROXY: ur shy, ur not what my people call feminine but like ROXY: i only care about that to the extent that those things make u YOU ROXY: now prepare for this mind blowing revelation ROXY: i love cuddles. no surprise right? ROXY: but the idea of like. ROXY: being intimate with another human being makes me go like ROXY: mehhhhhhhhhhhhhh ROXY: maybe that doesn't make sense but like ROXY: i totally don't think about it 90% of the time CALLIOPE: bUt the other 10%? what about that? how does it coloUr your experiences? ROXY: i had to rely on old records of humans to understand how it worked ROXY: bcuz I'd never experienced those things and never met my mom ROXY: she died so long before we could even meet ROXY: so I couldn't ask her abt shit i was curious about ROXY: it's part of why i am such a badass hacker lol ROXY: but one thing from before the end was something called bambi lesbians ROXY: i don't think i need a label because they are LE DUMB ROXY: but they weren't interested in sex ROXY: my intimacy is my feelings! and the awesome cuddles ROXY: i think about it sometimes but like ROXY: its more that i am not opposed if i had the opportunity with a friend or partner so long as all involved were ok with it! ROXY: i am not repulsed just disinterested ROXY: you are enough calliope! CALLIOPE: i am enoUgh....? ROXY: yeah!!! we're two rad people enjoying our lives ROXY: that's all i really need ROXY: you talk to me and you treat me right ROXY: you came to me when you were feeling insecure and that is so amazing ROXY: my addiction was something i felt terrible abt sometimes and ROXY: it was HARD ROXY: not to get down on myself about it!!! ROXY: so i can understand feeling like shit about urself ROXY: so i am telling u ROXY: u are enough and i am enough ROXY: so long as we keep working at our relationship! CALLIOPE: thank you, roxy. i always appreciate yoU and what we have. i am so glad we finally got to meet. ROXY: so am i!!! let's get some more cuddling in bcuz you are the best cuddle partner a bambi bisexual lesbean can have!

#sorry I'm a homestuck #homestuck #calliope #hs calliope #roxy lalonde #fanfic #drabble #script #I was inspired by some real conversations and comments I've seen online

[tired-gay-wreck9]

In lieu of my recent post here's your daily reminder that almost no one in homestuck was a good person. they were all kind of assholes. morally grey if you get what im saying. there are also like, three characters who are actually terrible people too sooo

im not going to cover every character in homestuck in this post but I do want to talk about some of them

porrim is a great person and shout out to her for being like the only ancestor who was a decent person. but all of y'all love dumbing down her and Kankri's relationship to just being 'oh kankri is a whiny kid and porrim is the responsible adult/ his unofficial moirail' and like??? no??? on beforus casteism meant treated lowbloods as if they couldn't care for themselves and needed help from the highbloods? and that is literally what porrim does to kankri??? shes not a bad person bc of this but it is a thing that she does???

mituna is an asshole in the same way that karkat is an asshole. just because he's disabled doesn't make him a soft little uwu boy

Tavros is also a flawed person??? like hes not some soft crybaby who needs to be saved from the big bad vriska. he has a character outside of that, and that character is kind of a dick.

karkat may care about his friends but that doesnt mean he's not an asshole? hes genuinely terrible to everyone he talks to and while that doesnt make him a bad person and im not saying that his character development should've centered around him learning to be nice but I am saying that he has flaws. big shock, I know.

every character in homestuck is kind of a dick. they were all like, thirteen-sixteen. the ancestors dont have that excuse but they're also all assholes. and I mean that. every single one.

#this post kinda sucks sorry #homestuck #trolls #alpha trolls #beta kids #alpha kids #beta trolls #they beta kids are kinda less assholey then everyone else but #calliope also gets kind of a pass #not a full one #they still suck you could just hold a conversation with them #without them being completely insufferable

[technicolor-overcoat]

ermmm caliborn is a transfem cis guy girlboy boygirl. also hes nonbinary. and a turigirl. and strayt. and bi. hope this helps

#hello nepetaisms nation its green fuck hours #posts that only make sense to me #anyways calliope is a transmasc girl but i dont have time for that conversation . #these two things are so deeply Girl and Boy and also Neither and also Boy (guy(girl)) and Girl (boything) at the same moment that #i might just explode . #- 🫀

[demonicimagery]

homestuck reread: i actually like dirk a lot more this time

#hs reread #i like his conversations with jane a lot because they feel very? compassionate and honest #like they have little surface level in common but his “only you could manage to make her blowing up your computer into your fault” #and their whole thing w/ detective pony #years ago on my first read i didn’t like the alpha kids as much bc they didn’t feel like they loved each other as much to me #and whilst i see where that’s from i also see a different side of it now #i don’t know - i do love hal still though that hasn’t changed #also it’s funny when dirk and calliope are talking he’s like “huh that title destroyer of souls seems supervillainy” #and then she’s like “yeah it does - but that’s not really your deal” #phrased better than that ofc #but like. hs2 writers how did you fuck him up that bad

[ichorei]

     with  calliope  allyrion  .  (  @burngods​  )

          ❝  sister  ,  ❞  the  dornish  beauty  calls  ,  not  caring  much  for  how  she  would  appear  to  others  as  she  moved  through  the  crowd  --  raven  hair  flowing  behind  her  just  as  she  skirts  of  her  pale  pink  dress  did  .  ❝  i  met  a  prince  ,  the  young  tyrell  one  ,  ❞  she  said  as  she  hooked  her  arm  through  that  of  callopie's  .  ❝  you  know  he  is  as  handsome  as  they  say  ,  and  kind  too  .  do  you  know  if  he's  already  claimed  ?  ❞

#˗ˏˋ 𓂃 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍 ⦂ dialogue with calliope allyrion. #me using my own character as a conversation point....more likely than you think

[cream-and-tea]

was thinking about it and i firmly believe that the funniest possible thing to keep the exact same if i write anything in the lmd no-magic-no-apocalypse-au is pallas and calliope routinely just beating the absolute shit out of each other. t4t violence that transcends genre or whatever.

#calliope really went ‘oh you’re touch starved? here *fucking punches you* #it’s even funnier in this context bc no one has violently uncontrollable magic powers they’re just tearing into each other for hatred alone #pallas desperately trying to keep up their perfect student perfect child persona but whenever they talk to calliope they #can’t fight the uncontrollable urge to maul him like a wild animal #calliope getting fired from her job bc she smashed pallas across the face with a serving tray after hearing #them say ‘riddle me this’ in casual conversation #the two of them are literally doing fight club and everyone else is looking on vaguely horrified #wip: ghost story