Sigil | Ghost The Band

Nostalgia

"I am tired, Earth, can we take a break?" Calliope all but whined, rotating her wrist until she heard it pop.

"You're a whiny little thing, aren't you?" He teased, raising a brow at her.

"Yeah, and?"

Earth snorted, shaking his head. "Well, I'm not done here, so how about you go ahead and find Sodo?"

"Music room?"

"Yep. If I have to hear him grumbling through the walls another night, I'm going to lose my mind."

"Aw, I give him sleepless nights? I'm flattered," She laughed, tossing her gloves and apron onto a nearby table.

"Yeah," Earth agreed, distracted with his brows furrowed in concentration. He perked up, turning to her. "Don't tell him I said anything."

"I won't," Calliope assured, chuckling to herself.

She shut the door behind her, sighing at the coolness of the hall. I should take a shower, holy shit.

Tightening her messy bun, she began her journey to the music room. She found it by herself, which was a surprise, to say the least. Impressed with herself, she tried the handle. But, of course, it was locked. Why? Whenever I go looking for these fuckers, they lock the doors.

Something in the hall hissed, and she turned around confused. It took her a moment to spot the masked face poking out of a door she hadn't noticed before. Rolling her eyes, she hurried over. Before she could ask what was wrong, he pulled her inside and shut the door behind them.

"What's wrong-"

"I was snooping, as per, and I found something that might interest you." Sodo rushed out, which was slightly uncharacteristic of him.

Taking this information in, she looked around the dimly-lit room. It was overfilled with clutter, boxes and a bunch of other things she didn't have time to process. "What is this place?"

"Belongings of Clergy Members, past and present. Sister Imperator insists they throw away their past lives, but some things aren't worth destroying," Sodo sighed, sounding serious for a second before switching back to his usual self. "Sentimental value or some shit."

Calliope nodded slowly, surveying a family portrait leaning against an old sofa. "I see... so why did you bring me here?"

It was his turn to roll his eyes, grabbing her wrist and tugging her along. They came to a stop in front of a small pile of boxes, covered by an old throw of sorts. Sodo ripped back the cloth, revealing what was underneath.

"These are... mine? How did they get here?" Cal asked, confused as ever as she pulled a stack of polaroids from a box.

"No idea, chalk it up to Imperator, I guess," He shrugged, pulling an old t-shirt from another box, eying it with interest.

She nodded, a new question forming in her mind. "How did you find these?"

"How long have you been a smoker?"

"Uhm... Ages, why?"

"I caught the scent in the hall and thought you were in here," He told her nonchalantly. Did he smell me? What the fuck...?

"That's concerning."

He scoffed, her shirts now piling over his arm. "It's not. My sense of smell is just impeccable."

Cal chuckled, picking up the small box of her things. "Can you get that box?"

"Sure." He shoved his pile of curations back in before picking it up with ease. She shut the door behind them, a sense of nostalgia hitting her as she glanced at her old belongings.

Plopping down on the floor in front of the bean bags, she shuffled through the box. Sodo disappeared into the sound booth. A song she didn't recognize played softly through speakers she couldn't see but she paid it no mind.

Sodo ungracefully sat down across from her, now picking out the shirts one by one, assessing each of their prints. Smiling to herself, she took a closer look at the trinkets in the box. Some nail polish, hairclips, make-up, etc. Deeper in the box, she found her diploma and birth certificate, which was slightly unnerving... but she wasn't surprised.

Sorting through the polaroids, she allowed herself to miss the old days for a second. These were mostly from a Halloween party she attended while in college, but some were just of their day-to-day lives in the dorms. Cal couldn't recall who took the photos, and she could barely remember the names of her roommates.

They weren't close or anything, they just hung out sometimes. Or maybe this place had faded her perception of things. Either way, she didn't want to stare at them any longer.

Instead, she turned to Sodo, grinning smugly. "You like my taste in fashion?"

"No," He scoffed, not meaning her eyes. "You don't need taste to own band-shirts."

"Ah, that's a shame. I was going to ask you if you wanted them," Cal sighed dramatically, neatly packing her trinkets back into their previous spots.

"Well, I don't, so..."

"You're a terrible liar. Keep them."

He stared for a moment, looking down to mutter a small, barely audible 'thanks'. Shoving his little pile to the side, he sat down next to her, taking the photos from her.

"These of you?"

"Yeah," Cal snorted, looking at them over his shoulder.

"Who knew you used to be fun?"

"It was college, I never got to rebel as a kid so I did what I could when I finally got out of there," She shrugged, glancing over the faces she couldn't seem to recognize.

"Out of there?"

"The orphanage," She clarified, taking a picture of her from him. "This one is horrendous, that's a terrible look for me."

"What were you trying to be? A pin-up doll?" He scoffed, ogling it.

"I think it's called a 'greaser' or something. Mind you, I liked the poofy skirt."

Sodo hummed, shuffling through the rest of them thoughtlessly, he picked a random one from the stack. It was just her, staring at the TV in their dorm, boredom evident on her face. "I don't know why Sarah, I think, took that one. I think she was testing the camera out or something."

"You weren't as pale back then."

"Thanks," She scoffed. "Don't worry, Omega already gave me shit about not going outside enough."

"You should listen to him, your complexion is starting to match mine."

"Does that mean I can borrow your concealer sometime?"

"Ha-ha," Sodo grumbled dryly, placing the photos back where they belonged.

She laughed, standing up. "It's like eight-thirty, I reckon I've satisfied our deal."

"Indeed you did. Where are you off to now?"

"The showers, then probably bed. I'm dead on my feet." Cal sighed, picking up the smaller box. "Farewell, for now, my liege."

"Toodles, Annie."