10-17-2017, 05:11 PM
Quiet as he was, Calix was also observant. He wouldn't be entirely helpful if he weren't, and for some reason he just couldn't stomach the thought of that. As it was, Calix was in Prine because he wouldn't drown sailors to feed on their bodies. He could have. He'd done it before. He just wouldn't. Somewhere along the line, he'd looked at what he was doing and it made him feel sick. They were people just like he was; they had families at home who would miss them, just as Calix was sure his would. There was always that insatiable need to sink ships--that never went away--but Calix found himself rescuing sailors instead of devouring them, and the only thing it had done for him was made him a home in a gated community where he was expected to mate and breed.
Pearls before the swine, indeed. Except in that case, he was the pearl. Considering the otherwise unharmed state of the other citizens, he could forgive what happened to his wing; it was an accident, no one had meant to hurt him. Not like that, anyway. In many other ways, he'd already been trod upon and torn to pieces, and maybe that was what helped him accept and embrace his new life.
The siren noticed when something literally ruffled Ace's feathers and glanced back with a raised eyebrow, almost as if the wings would give him the answer to his unspoken question. And when they didn't, he found his eyes trailing back to Ace's face, in a blatant and open attempt to read something there. Instead, his hand was grasped, and the professor's comment had Calix grinning, almost laughing soundlessly. He hadn't thought of scripture at all; it just seemed like a saying that fit the moment, but now that it was brought up, the verse quoted back to him in full, it did seem funny. He set his hands back in his lap, listening to the last of the man's words with his head lowered as he tried to make heads or tails of them. Ace was an enigma, that was for sure.
With parted lips and a huff that was almost frustrated, the siren lifted himself from the couch, finishing his tea and checking the progress on the copier. There were still several more to go, so he refreshed his cup with hot water and resumed his seat at the edge of the couch. This time, however, he tucked his feet beneath him, relaxing quite comfortably in his place while he waited. Clearly, he wasn't any sort of disturbance. If anything, he seemed to be a welcome distraction, and for whatever reason, that alone had him smiling into his mug. It wasn't often that he interacted with any other members of faculty unless they wanted him to bring all thirty extra copies of the ridiculously thick microbiology textbooks back to the library because they hadn't needed as many as they thought, after he'd spent his morning the day before lugging every single one to the science wing just because they'd asked. His afternoon was not looking good at this point, but he was certain he could use his experience this morning as a springboard to help him stay positive for the rest of the day.
Pearls before the swine, indeed. Except in that case, he was the pearl. Considering the otherwise unharmed state of the other citizens, he could forgive what happened to his wing; it was an accident, no one had meant to hurt him. Not like that, anyway. In many other ways, he'd already been trod upon and torn to pieces, and maybe that was what helped him accept and embrace his new life.
The siren noticed when something literally ruffled Ace's feathers and glanced back with a raised eyebrow, almost as if the wings would give him the answer to his unspoken question. And when they didn't, he found his eyes trailing back to Ace's face, in a blatant and open attempt to read something there. Instead, his hand was grasped, and the professor's comment had Calix grinning, almost laughing soundlessly. He hadn't thought of scripture at all; it just seemed like a saying that fit the moment, but now that it was brought up, the verse quoted back to him in full, it did seem funny. He set his hands back in his lap, listening to the last of the man's words with his head lowered as he tried to make heads or tails of them. Ace was an enigma, that was for sure.
With parted lips and a huff that was almost frustrated, the siren lifted himself from the couch, finishing his tea and checking the progress on the copier. There were still several more to go, so he refreshed his cup with hot water and resumed his seat at the edge of the couch. This time, however, he tucked his feet beneath him, relaxing quite comfortably in his place while he waited. Clearly, he wasn't any sort of disturbance. If anything, he seemed to be a welcome distraction, and for whatever reason, that alone had him smiling into his mug. It wasn't often that he interacted with any other members of faculty unless they wanted him to bring all thirty extra copies of the ridiculously thick microbiology textbooks back to the library because they hadn't needed as many as they thought, after he'd spent his morning the day before lugging every single one to the science wing just because they'd asked. His afternoon was not looking good at this point, but he was certain he could use his experience this morning as a springboard to help him stay positive for the rest of the day.
you were born to be real; not to be perfect
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