Sigil | Ghost The Band

Sgomento

Calliope stopped by her room to change into her now clean nightgown, grabbing a silky kimono laid out on her bed to cover her bare shoulders. She caught sight of herself in the mirror of her room, and practically recoiled at the sight. When had she started looking so... gaunt?

Forcing herself to look away, she hurried to Terzo's room, feeling overwhelmed. And rightfully so.

She collapsed onto Terzo's bed, the reality of her situation weighing on her shoulders. She couldn't help but feel like she should never have been in this godforsaken position in the first place.

Calliope heard the door open and before it clicked shut, she glanced up to see Terzo. He looked absolutely exhausted, despite it only being late afternoon.

He spoke first, shrugging off his robe and throwing it over the sofa's backrest. "Rough day?"

"Not as rough as yours, apparently," She joked lightly, trying to keep all of the attention as far away from the topic of her day as possible.

"It was shit," He told her bluntly, collapsing onto the bed next to her. "Imperator suddenly has a fire under her ass and wants us to leave tomorrow."

Calliope's heart sank but she wasn't surprised. Your own fault, really.

"Oh," She sighed, frowning up at the ceiling. "What did you guys do today? Pack?"

"Mostly, gear and such. Ifrit's excited. It's his first tour- what happened to your hand?"

Terzo sat up as he interrupted himself, prompting her to do the same. Her rehearsed excuse seemed foolish now, but she continued nonetheless. "Kitchen accident. You know I'm accident-prone."

"You need to be careful," He mumbled, gingerly grasping her wrist to assess the covered wound.

"I'm aware, but it should be fine in a day or two," Calliope assured, putting the image of the angry, red lines out of her mind. "So, tell me about this friend of yours. Are they going to keep me company?"

He nodded, still frowning as he held her hand between both of his. "Certainly. They're talkative, so you two should get along."

Cal scoffed, nodding with a small grin. "Alright, so when can we meet?"

"They'll wait for you in the cemetery after we depart," He sighed, not meeting her eyes.

"The cemetery? Are they as theatric as you?"

The smallest of smiles formed on his face, and he nodded once again, finally letting go of her hand. "Maybe even more so. Depends."

"On what?"

"The weather," He chuckled, standing up. Terzo stared out of the window, his eyes hazy as he no doubt struggled to decide what he should do. She could imagine what he was feeling - what was going through his mind under these circumstances.

Have you considered that what you're doing is so undisputably selfish?

"You know I will figure this thing out, right? Maybe without you distracting me, I might make some progress," She conveyed lightheartedly, doing her very best to divert his - and her - attention away from the matter.

He tipped his head in her direction, a typical cheeky smile on his painted face. "I distract you?"

Not as much as I'm distracting you right now.

"Like you didn't know," She scoffed, shuffling over to the edge of the bed, dangling her legs over the footboard. He stepped closer, placing his hands on either side of her. She eyed him strangely, looking for any indication of what he was thinking as he assessed her.