Out in the sunshine

[just_the_spare]

Regulus buttoned his coat and shoved his gloves into his pockets. He'd found a pamphlet on things to do in Chicago, and while his options were very limited, as he didn't haven't any real mode of transportation, except his own two feet, he still wanted to go out.

He figured no one would really mind if he did it in the middle of the day. He was going

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[yourfinalpoison]

Calisto never stays in one place for long, not even within a city. It's part of the reason she's managed to survive so long. She's never where you expect her to be.

She's leaning on the railing near the bench and she notices him, immediately.

So that's what their brain feels like after they've been through the Rift. Unlike anything she's ever felt before. It gives her pleasant shivers just at the base of her neck, slinking down her spine.

She breathes in the scent of the sea and turns toward him, sending the boy a coy smile. "Is this seat taken? I walked a long ways to get here, and I'm afraid I didn't exactly pick the best shoes for the journey." Calisto smiles and dear God, it actually looks warm, as she lifts out her ankle, showing him her heals.

There's a soft Hispanic accent in the undertow of her words.

[just_the_spare]

Regulus started and looked up at her, wary of such a pretty woman even coming near him. Usually they were attaching themselves to his older brother. He swallowed nervously, he scooted over, giving her plenty of room.

"Er, no, it's fine..." Regulus said and looked down at her shoes. "And you're right...those aren't very practical shoes..."

Regulus flushed and tried to refocus on his art.

[yourfinalpoison]

"No." Calisto takes the seat next to him, rubbing her ankles with her fingers with a small, slightly pained expression. "I guess I wasn't exactly thinking. Just needed out, you know? Been cooped up in my apartment much too long."

She smiles up at him from her bent position, perfectly polished fingers still massaging her ankles. "You're not exactly from around here. Are you?"

[just_the_spare]

"Er...no, I'm from London," Regulus said, still not looking up, but still blushing brightly.

[yourfinalpoison]

"London, yes. I could have guessed from that lovely accent of yours." Calisto smiles and twists her ankles together beneath the bench.

"You're a long way from home, but... that's okay." She nudges him gently with her elbow, eyes drinking every bit of him in in that overly sultry way of hers. "So am I."

[just_the_spare]

Regulus hunched his shoulders, but looked at her out of the corners of his eyes, "W-where are y-you from?"

[yourfinalpoison]

"Spain, originally. But I haven't been there in years."

One hundred years to be exact.

Calisto glances at the sketches. "Those are beautiful. That's of the pier isn't it?" Her voice is soft, a heated sound. "I've always deeply admired artists."

[just_the_spare]

Regulus flushed deeper, "Er, y-yeah, d-do you want it?"

[yourfinalpoison]

"Oh, really? You'd give it to me?" She flashes that little smile at him, coy and seemingly sincere. "But you've only just met me, I couldn't ask you to do that. I'm sure you worked very hard on it..."

[just_the_spare]

"Oh no, drawing is easy," Regulus said nervously. He handed her the drawing.

[yourfinalpoison]

Calisto's smile widens as she takes the drawing from him.

"Thank you." She examines the drawing closer, glancing at him over the top edge of the paper. "But now I must give you something in return."

[just_the_spare]

"Oh, that's all right," Regulus squeaked. "You don't have too."

[yourfinalpoison]

"But I want to."

His mind is easy enough to read. It doesn't take her long to know just where he's come from in Chicago.

Calisto smiles, leaning in toward him. "How old are you?"

She knows the answer, but she'll ask anyway.

[just_the_spare]

"I-I'm s-seventeen," Regulus said meekly.

[yourfinalpoison]

Calisto slips her hand over. "Seventeen. In the very prime of your life."

Two of her fingers 'walk' across his shoulder with that coy smile still on her lips.

"And what do you think of dating... older women?"

[just_the_spare]

Regulus jumped to his feet and took a few steps back, his eyes wide, "I-I...W-what are you doing?"

He had his sketchpad clutched to his chest as his eyes darted around, was he the subject of some elaborate prank? He thought he left all that behind...