Essence of Quinn Parts 3 & 4 (MxM)

Worship

Massive apologies because this beast is my longest chapter ever. Once I got inside Calista's head, my lack of self control when it comes to writing became glaringly obvious 🤦
Anyway, enjoy a new pov and some self indulgence 🖤

Calista leaned in towards the mirror, inspecting her face as she tried on the human glamour that she would have to wear for the next few hours. She had filled out in the weeks since she'd arrived at the Abbey, her cheekbones were a little less prominent now. Air was mostly to thank for that, introducing her to all manner of Earth foods and snacks. She was yet to find anything that she didn't enjoy which had seemed to please him greatly.

She stepped back and smoothed down her top. They'd told her to dress comfortably with layers as they'd be doing a lot of walking and running over the next couple of days. She loved the human clothes, they were so soft and there were so many different kinds to choose from. Today she'd gone for leggings with a black and grey camo pattern, a bright purple base layer and her favourite cropped hoodie. Rain had given it to her not long after she'd arrived and it was her go to for most things now. It had the Ghost Project logo across the front and it was so comfy.

A noise from the bedroom drew her attention away and she went to investigate. Calista had been invited to stay with Angelina in her apartment rather than move into one of the lower Clergy ghoul lairs. It had started off as temporary whilst she settled in but they'd both realised how well they got on and Angelina had asked if she would like to stay in the guest room permanently.

She loved her little space and it had very quickly felt like home. Calista had embraced all things human and opted not to go for any of the Ghoulish decor or knickknacks when it came to making it her own.

During most of her years of captivity, after the first set of ghouls who'd been charged with her care had been removed, she had been treated like a locked away princess, a porcelain doll who couldn't be damaged. She'd been given gifts of things that ghouls who only had a stereotypical view of ghulehs thought that she would like.

She'd hated them all. Hated the clothes they'd made her wear and the books they'd brought for her to read. Hated the hobbies she'd been provided with to pass the time. Hated the hours upon hours of boredom that she'd experienced every day, longing to escape back into the real world instead of being kept like this; like some delicate rare bloom that everyone walked on eggshells around for fear of angering their master.

She sighed, picking up the phone that had been given to her. Mist's name appeared on the screen and she opened the message, frowning. Her English had improved greatly since she'd been here and she could have basic conversations with Angelina now. She was getting better every day and learning new words, but she could not decipher the message from the other water ghuleh.

"Got Papa biz. Gonna hav 2 take a raincheck. Soz! M xx"

Calista hated technology. It was the one thing she could not wrap her head around so far. Whatever she did, she couldn't seem to make it work for her and whatever Mist had written was completely beyond her. She needed help.

The smell of breakfast wafted to her nose and she listened, hearing Angelina moving around the kitchen, humming a melody as she worked. Calista took the phone and left her room in search of her summoner.

The red headed human turned when she sensed Calista there and her eyes lit up with a smile.

"Morning! Sit, I made you breakfast. You need your energy for your trip." Her smile dropped when she noticed the serious expression Calista wore. "What is it, sweetheart?"

Calista held out the phone to her, the message open on the screen.

"What does it mean?" she asked.

Angelina took it from her and read it.