Sigil | Ghost The Band

Alpha

The mid-afternoon light was what startled Calliope awake, or so she thought. It was most likely her bed dipping as someone sat down.

Of course, it was the person she was looking for earlier.

"You look like hell," Terzo observed, assessing her frowning face.

"Probably because I just woke up," She rasped back at him, stretching.

"No, I mean you look... ill. Are you feeling alright?" He inquired, pressing the back of his hand against her forehead. His hands felt no colder than usual, which indicated a lack of a fever.

"Yeah, I feel fine. Omega said I don't get enough sunlight so that's most likely why I look like shit," She huffed. Her eyes drank in his attire, frowning.

"Do you have a sermon to get to?"

He nodded slowly. As the fog of sleep cleared from her mind, she noticed something was... off about him. Not as solemn as he was a couple of days ago, this seemed... less serious, thankfully.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, I just have a few things on my mind, I suppose," He murmured quietly, absently tampering with Cal's hair.

"Anything I can help with?"

"I'm afraid not, tesoro."

She stared at him, still frowning as she sat up slightly. "Now I'm worried..."

He hummed, placing his mitre on her nightstand. The mood shifted as he took on a teasing, albeit small, smile. "It's nice when you worry, it shows me you care."

Calliope narrowed her eyes at him, pursing her lips. "I want to say that I don't care..."

"But then you'd be lying." His hands were placed on either side of her and he was still staring at her. Her heart stammered in her chest, her gaze darting between his eyes in a feeble attempt to decipher what he was feeling. He's acting weird again.

"Obviously," She sighed before pausing, turning to look at him. "Are you trying to distract me from asking about you?"

"Depends. Is it working?"

"Unfortunately."

He chuckled, standing up. "Where were you yesterday?"

"I talked to Omega, apparently he didn't know about the book. He apologised. But I don't know how sincere it was, it's hard to tell with them."

"That's true, sympathy isn't their forte."

"Neither is it mine, so I suppose it's fair."

"You worked in a funeral home for at least four years, how is sympathy not your strong suit?"

"I was too busy feeling sorry for myself to feel sorry for anyone else," She admitted with a yawn, tossing her blanket to the side. Ignoring the way Terzo stared at her, she changed the subject. "How did you get in here, anyway?"

"Lock's broken."

"Since when?" She asked, her expression nothing short of mortified.

He coughed, clearing his throat before speaking again. "Since Alpha broke it."

"I've been locking that door like a champ for the past couple of days. You're telling me it's not been doing its job?"

"I told you it's not safe, but you're stubborn. After making such a fuss about how magnificent my bed is, you certainly avoided it."

Calliope gasped, pointing at him accusingly. "Is this why you're so mopey? You dramatic-"

"Don't finish that sentence," He dared her, narrowing his eyes, and pointing a gloved finger back at her. "I am not 'mopey'."