Game of Life

Short 2

So I've gotten some requests (*cough Fallon cough*) to write a scene between Severin and Calla. And honestly I was laughing so hard about the idea I thought I'd make an attempt. However, it didn't work out so here's my attempt.

This is mostly just for you guys to laugh at, don't take it too seriously.

*Mature themes and all that jazz*

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The nagging voices stirred Calla from her slumber. Viscious and demanding. It had been like this for weeks, everytime she was even remotely far away from him they returned. She was getting sick of it. She just wanted some peace and quiet. There's always one option...

She sunk her teeth into her lip as she considered. Fuck it. At that point she didn't care anymore. She just wanted to be rid of them. Calla cautiously crawled out of the plush bed Severin had created for her, trailing her hand along the soft, shifting surface of her blankets. Severin had crafted them with the elements in mind and the slightest touch brought upon an array of swirling colours. Flaming reds and blues, followed by gentle greens and light, calming yellows.

Leaving the blanket alone, she wandered over to the door and out into the hall, feet lightly tapping on the hard stone floor. The nagging voices continued on relentlessly. However, as she moved closer to Severin's quarter's they began to dim and Calla sighed in relief as they finally disappeared as she reached his door, leaving her in blissful silence.

She paused, one hand lightly resting on the door. You've already made it this far, might as well. Calla hesitantly pushed open the red double doors and stepped inside.

"Calla!" Severin appeared at her side before she'd even crossed the threshold and spoke close to her ear. "What can I do for you?"

"I..." What did she want? She swallowed thickly, unnerved by his sudden appearance and shifted uncomfortably.

"Are they bothering you again?" he murmured, touching a light hand to her back; saving her from her embarrassment. Calla nodded once. "Well," he purred and brushed a strand of hair from her face. "You're more than welcome to stay with me."

Of course she was, Severin had made his interest very clear, though he'd not once acted upon his flirtations, choosing instead to leave it up to her. "I just want to sleep, without voices in my head," she muttered under her breath.

Disappointment flashed across his face so fast she thought she'd imagined it as Severin made an exaggerated bow and spread his hand towards a newly appeared bed. "What's mine is yours."

Calla stepped towards it slowly, consciously aware of Severin's lingering gaze as she crawled under the covers. She poked her head out the other end and barely stiffled a scream. "Have you ever tried, I don't know...walking?" she sputtered.

"Would you walk if you could teleport?" Severin raised a brow, gazing down at her from his perch on the bed.

He had her there. "Good point."

Severin stared at her for a moment, a stupid grin spreading across his face.

"What?" she asked after a long moment of continued silence.

"Are you actually going to come out of the blankets?" he asked and she realised she still had it draped over the top of her head like a cape. "Dont get me wrong," Severin reached out a hand and gently cupped her chin, "I find it quite adorable."

Heat rushed into her cheeks and Calla ducked her head in embarrassment, the movement causing the blanket to fall over her face, elliciting a hearty laugh from the horsemen.