.:There are only {Cal}Two types people:.

[Minerva Corrigan]

Minerva moved swiftly through the streets of Masonville, and she was certainly a sight most likely, not that she paid much attention. She was on a mission this very gray day. No one. Was going to stop her. Enough of this moody, sulking, person. She had work. Minerva had things she had to finish, and realizing it wasn't going to get done until she made a few changes, Minerva decided to take the initiative to get it done and make those.

Starting with Cal.

Cal. Yes. Cal, the one she had realized she had been ridiculously silly over. She had acted silly, she had been so horribly hard on him, and for what? A silly thing she called Love? Love was NOT on her agenda. Work was. But...she did miss him, and she did want him back and bouncing around the halls of the palace again. Ah. The palace, a place she hadn't been too in bit..that would be the next thing she had on her list to do. Visit the palace, but Minerva realized she'd have to get the harder task out of the way first. She had no idea what kind of state Cal would be in, and best prepare herself for the worst and put the hardest task first yeah? That would after all be the smart thing to do.

Cal. She had heard he was mingling around this bar was it? For a few months now...walking in, she didn't bother looking nor speaking to the owner or even attempting to apologize for her consort's...well was he even a consort anymore? Minerva was not about to deal with a thing called love. Not this moment at least. Certainly not for awhile. What was Cal to her?...the child she never had and cared for? A friend? she would not say a lover, she did NOT love him, and that was the inner battle, Minerva was facing currently. What was Cal, as she looked around the bar, trying to find that crazy consort.

Minerva wouldn't admit it out loud...but she...she mi-missed him.

"Cal." She said sternly looking around. Surely he had heard her voice.

[cal]

Of course Cal heard her voice. Question was, did he bother to respond?

Answer: not really.

The ex-consort simply languished in the side of the bar, sitting with some other employees. Eventually Rae had taken pity upon the poor sot and hired him. Tentatively as a bouncer, but in reality Cal did about as much singing as bouncing. Or bartending, since they'd discovered he had a flair for it. Already a new drink had been added to the menu, created from Cal's hands.

The rogue Faerie did watch as Minerva entered the bar. And he pictured her naked. Because he simply couldn't help himself. Just seeing her made him want to stand up and proclaim announce himself.

But he did remember who had kicked whom out of the cottage.

"She's saying your name," murmured the other bouncer, nudging Cal.

"Aye," he responded, "but what be her quest?"

"Who gives a s**t, she's here, man," insisted the bartender, who'd come over to help. He reached over and smacked Cal. "Go, man."

Still, he didn't move.

[Minerva Corrigan]

Minerva was silent for a minute. She wouldn't come out to Masonville. Not for just anyone. If she couldn't find him, well, that was not acceptable. Moving around slightly, her wandering eyes searching, she didn't think to check in the bar..she hadn't thought him to be a drinker nor actually WORK her.

It was quite silent. The bar probably didn't get busy until later that night, when people wanted some dancing and some fun. Right, well he wasn't here...but where would the crazy man venture too?

Minerva turned around and looked about. So...what was she to do now? She had been so assured she would find him here. Her face fell and the slight bit of hope she might have had was now gone. Well maybe if he didn't want to be found. Had she really hurt him that much? It wasn't like...they were well...'together' per say. They were...more...consorts. Wasn't really just consorts there pure sexual reasons? Yeah? Nothing special. Just...play. And fun.

Taking a deep sigh, she called his name, not as stern, she had lost lots of energy over the last month or so. Not her fault. It was all the moping around. That took a lot you know? Yeah. It did, and it was something Minerva would never do again. She had to learn to get over it. lifting a hand, she ran it through her hair and shrugged.

Minerva thought about getting a drink, maybe try a bit of this human stuff, was it better then the tonic she had occasionally in the palace? Or...was it just a waste? Not as good? She really wasn't sure. Moving slowly, the various layers of her skirts mixing between her legs, she went over and...there he was. Cal. Hmm. Interesting. Talk? Ignore? Well clearly she had seen him, and she was trying to catch his eye, without very much success. This...wasn't cool.

[cal]

His eyes never left her.

Yes, Cal loved her. He knew that. Had known it for a while. Why else would they be in their unique situation? He with the blood ties necessary for the job, the only one present, really. Thrust into a role without choice. Yet he knew that something had developed, and its development had resulted in this. Two people who loved each other sitting only paces apart in a bar. Not speaking. Not even acknowledging one another.

Who moves first?

"I swear to God, man," the bartender shook his head, "if someone like that walked in here looking for me, I wouldn't be standin' here. Now, I gotta serve her."

The scrawny man walked over, taking Minerva's order and serving it up with great haste. He still shot Cal expectant looks.

"I thought you were waiting for her to find you," the bouncer pointed out, "that's what it looks like to me."

"You talk a lot, for a bouncer," muttered Cal. He raised his brows, his lips quirking slightly in amusement. "She's not fully come yet. Minerva sees me. I did not abandon her bed of my will. But that is the only route to my return. She must convince me, not force me. Her presence is but a step, my friend. A step."

The bouncer, thoroughly confused by Cal's odd speech, simply shook his head and headed for the door, to do his job.

[Minerva Corrigan]

Minerva saw the man serve her, and she thanked him but her eyes never left Cal. So this was a game was it? A silent game. Well she could do games. Cal knew better then to start a game with her, she usually won her games. She leaned against the ledge of the bar, now her face putting on a small coy smile. She arched a brow but didn't move her gaze.

Why was he doing this? Why couldn't he just forgive her and they could go home, and do only goodness knows what.

Fine. If he wanted to be that way, make her come to him fine. Minerva would not succumb to his will. Certainly not. She ruled. She was queen for a reason, and she wasn't weak. Not like some. Getting up from her seat and moving through the bar, she walked up to another man, a worker, an innocent worker, who was probably watching her as all the other workers had. The male one's at least. Minerva started talking to him for a minute before returning to her seat alone and looking to Cal again.

He knew of her tricks...but did he know of this one?

Minerva did not get cold in winter. She was the queen of winter. She would certainly not have it control her, and this well quite helped her out when choosing clothing to put on, she had chosen something of interest in hopes to catch Cal's attention, but since he was not cooperating maybe a few of his co-workers would instead.

Turning her back to Cal finally, Minerva leaned over the counter, something she didn't do, and started talking more like flirting with the bartenders.

After a moment she motioned for the bouncer to join them, beckoning him with just only her index finger, a coy smile still on her face. She was clearly enjoying this and she knew and well hoped enough of this and Cal would finally come to her...this wasn't exactly the BEST way to get things done, but she wasn't going to him. She had come this far, and for her...that was a feat all on it's own. Venturing outside of the kingdom walls? Coming...into a world she despised? And then walking into this filthy bar no less. He could take the remaining ten foot walk of shame because she certainly wasn't. No matter how much she may love him deep down, he still should have at least told her about him and Riana...she should have seen it.

It wasn't like Minerva had a claim on Cal after all..and maybe that's why it hurt that much more. Because she though no one in their right mind would...actually GO after Cal. This was Cal they were talking about, that crazy odd ball of a consort that everyone knew belonged to Minerva...and yet she had no real claim over him.

Riana was a lot braver then Minerva gave her credit for. Messing with Cal? Messing with her lover? That...well was impressive, but with that came darker looks, and possibly termination from her job, though Minerva had overlooked the situation and had decided to not take it to that extent, she was certainly keeping a closer eye on the girl.

[cal]

Since when could Minerva flirt?

Watching her do that amused Cal greatly. So much so that he honestly thought about hanging back longer, just to watch it. Entertainment like this rarely popped up, and he wanted to relish it for as long as he possibly could.

Though he found that his eyes could not be torn away from the woman. Indeed, for Minerva had dressed to draw the eyes. Almost dangerous, when descending into the den of a dangerous known lesbian. If St. John happened to be around, Minerva would most certainly not be safe. Fortunately, the wild lycan didn't happen to be in the area at the time. That would have been one more level of complication that this relationship didn't particularly need.

"Fie, a fine beauty hath descended upon this foul hovel!" cried Cal suddenly, slapping the bar. The noise from his open-palmed hit snapped through the bar, causing the tender to duck beneath it. The strange Fae giggled then, leaning back on the bar, tucking his fingers to his mouth.

"But, pray, what coulst such a lady want among rogues an' drunkards?" asked Cal. He waved one hand theatrically in the air, "Perhaps there be a treasure she doth seek? Something lost, slipped through fingers like so much water."

Cal paused then, turning serious eyes on Minerva. "Pray, tell us, m'lady. Fair Queen."

[Minerva Corrigan]

Minerva smiled slightly, this...was just frustrating her to no end, by god, if Cal did NOT get his butt over here, in the next ten seconds, she would lose it, like the previous queen and declare war on all the world, and simply...go mad. Not only was this frustrating her but Cal..he was different it seemed. He didn't seem like the Cal he knew, even if the change was small, she didn't care. Minerva wanted her Cal, the Cal she had claimed, the Cal that was her's. Letting her nail run along the jaw of one of the workers, she locked eyes with him, the ice cold feeling radiating from them, sending the worker off and her turning to watch Cal speak.

Now this was a tad like him. Outburst such as this...though he seemed like he was challenging her? Oh lovely. Simply lovely. Minerva listened, and now just listened, took in his words and considered each and everyone of them.

After considering his words long enough, mulling over them she spoke her eyes meeting his, sending the same coolness radiating towards him.

"I lost something." She spoke slowly. "And it was something I loved, and I wanted to get it back. But seeing I can't find it here, I see I've wasted my time" Minerva said letting her eyes bore into his for a moment longer before breaking contact and getting up. "Maybe I shall look elsewhere because what I lost is certainly not here like I thought it would be" Minerva murmured shaking her head.

"Though by chance if you find it...because I'm almost positive you know what I'm looking for...will you tell me?" She asked arching a brow.

[cal]

"Ah!" Cal slid off his seat, moving to stand between Minerva and the exit. He even took a small step forward, though his hands were shoved into his pockets and he didn't look particularly welcoming. "But methinks that thing which thou dost claim to love thou didst toss aside. But..."

He smiled again, tilting his head and tapping his cheek. "But do you do that with things you love, Minerva? Push them away? I am hardly one to psychoanalyze a person of such esteem as you. Yet I cannot help it in this case."

He took a deep breath, and exhaled, begging winter to heed his call. A cool breeze ruffled the stifling air of the club, and the bartender shivered. Cal merely smiled.

"Perhaps what you loved is before you, and you are overlooking it? Too busy looking for a construct you miss the reality of the thing before you," he tilted his head again. Then straightened it, nodding. "Cannot love a construct. Must love the real person. Or thing. Whichever it is you seek."

He shifted his footing, still locking eyes with her, obviously awaiting something.

[Minerva Corrigan]

Minerva watched as he moved, she glided, slowly towards the exit, but when he positioned himself between her and the door, she stopped. What was he going to do now? "I think you think wrong" Minerva said coolly narrowing her eyes. "Tossing aside isn't exactly my choice of words...more like set free." She murmured. "Set something free who only proved to hurt me more then help." Minerva looked him directly in the eyes when he said that.

Looking down once more now she shook her head. "I'm not sure I understand you." Minerva murmured for once backing away from a subject, when he tried catching her eyes, she looked up and for once looked almost...hurt? Was there a bit of hurt there? That might have been it...and as quickly as it had shown, it disappeared into something else, bitterness perhaps. Minerva was getting good at doing bitterness these days.

Minerva let the cool breeze blow back parts, small parts of her hair, and finally started moving again. Moving towards Cal. Minerva stopped only for a minute to leave a kiss of ice upon the cheek he had tapped and bumped shoulders with him for a minute and then continued on towards the exit, leaving Cal there to mull over her words, and possibly realize that maybe Minerva's heart hadn't been all ice, and if it had he had certainly chipped it.

She stopped short of the door and turned around "And you know? I do love. Love two real person's as you say" Minerva nodded "I'll let you wonder as to who those two are though." She offered up. "Fae are very different you know, a different race, filled with complex being's. Not all are the same, and maybe some only act the way they know" She offered up once more. "Hmm? Surely you of all people with your odd speeches, bursting out in a bar, adopting a dragon, which by the way misses you terribly, loving me of all people, the queen of ice, surely you would understand that everyone is different yes?" She asked though as she fought to keep the slight amusement out of her eyes, she was turning the tables on him, something she hadn't thought herself capable of doing, and certainly not speaking like him. Though, this was hardly speaking like Cal at all, it was more, something similar she couldn't put her finger on. She had spent to much time around him...and she quite missed him.

"And for your information, the Dragon isn't the only one who misses you" She said stubbornly and tried once more to keep the slight entertainment that was creeping into her eyes out. Minerva was quite curious as to what he thought...about everything, her little speech, the kiss she had given him, as cold as she could make it hopefully, this was turning out to be a rather interesting...break up...or make-up...whatever it was.

[cal]

Two real people. Well, Cal was half-convinced Minerva loved him, and the other was most likely her sister. Who else could there possibly be? For Cal's part, perhaps the only person he truly loved was the woman who kept walking around him and dancing about the conversation. Though such words would never leave his lips. No, they'd been said through actions time and time again. He'd been the one giving thus far, it was time for a little more take. You had to push these things, or nothing would happen.

Then again, she was here, after all.

"You can hardly set free something that sat in an open cage," argued Cal, snorting. "Verily, I was not trapped then, merely sitting where I wanted most to be. A place I would not mind returning."

Cal waved his hand, and a glamor shimmered into the air. The doorway of the bar stretched into the cottage where the two had spent so much time. You could see everything, down to little details. An intricate glamor borne of a barely suppressed desire.

"By the by, we share some things, us Fae," he murmured, tilting his head, "least of all a pull toward things of beauty. Flowers, delicate ice, beautiful women... Do straying eyes equate a sin, my fair lady? An' even if so, if the sinner repents, why continue to punish so? Nae, verily, there lies a bit between us yet."

He waved his hand, and the two of them intertwined showed in the cottage, a very visual reminder of what had been.

"Methinks you give up too quick."

[Minerva Corrigan]

Minerva stopped seeing her home, her house. It was just a glamor, she should know, but something about her made her long for it. To just go home. "Cal...lets just go home yeah?" She asked turning around looking to him. Now her eyes were sincere, and she wanted to go. She was tired of games, of riddles, of playing with words to out smart the other.

"I'm tired. I am sick of humans. I got man-handled by one trying to come see you. I did not like it. Someone complaining about the bloody weather." She ranted. "But that doesn't matter. I would like to go home, and I'd rather like for you to accompany me." Minerva looked to him, her blue eyes, searching.

Sighing deeply, Minerva moved away form the cottage and towards Cal. "Come home yeah?" She questioned.

Minerva ran a hand through her hair trying to shake out her nerves. She was not one to budge. She was to stubborn. She was the one that always won, not the other way around. That's not how things worked. Certainly not.

"Er...hot coco yeah? And well Mae is at home with us now...and maybe you'd have a new companion to play with..she has er...an arm for snow balls...and er...a Christmas present...for you if that's any bribe..." Minerva tried shrugging helplessly.

[cal]

Finally, they were talking like adults.

Chuckling, Cal waved his hand, dismissing the glamor. Leaving her be had apparently worked in his favor. As he'd anticipated, she'd come to miss him. Which meant that she'd actually bothered to come find him. and actually bothered to ask him to come home.

"You just had to ask," he informed her. Sticking his hands in his pockets, he strolled for the exit, winking at Minerva as he passed.

"Bribing me with snowballs an' children," he shook his head, tsking with his tongue. "Sometimes, I worry about you, I really do."

He leaned in then, smiling at her and raising his eyebrows. His face hovered mere inches from hers. Then, he winked.

"So, how we going to get there, hmm? Flight? Ooo, have you joined the mile high club yet? It's awesome, let me tell you," he giggled, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. " This should be fun."

He turned, heading for the door. When he got there, he paused, leaned against the frame, and turned back to Minerva. brows raised, smiling again.

[Minerva Corrigan]

Minerva flushed when he chuckled. "Oh hush Cal." She snapped following him towards the door now. Though deep down secretly she had missed him, and was more then glad to take this back. Minerva had missed their silly antics, their crazy ways...She took a step forward after him, leaving the door man and the bartender to stare off after the odd couple. Minerva took his hand but scowled at him. "Honestly Cal, do you have to giggle and joke about EVVVERYTHING?" Minerva questioned as she streched out the word 'everything' and emphasized on it.

Though when he told her he worried about her, she shrugged. "Well Mae-bee has rubbed off on me and Cerridwen both..." She informed with a nod.

"You've Met Maelee? Yess?" She asked unsure. Minerva wasn't sure if Mae had come before Cal or after him...that was a tough call, the events were so close together, and well that and the time Minerva met Mae, she had tried not to show to much interest, which had been a royal flop. She was attached to the girl, and when Cerridwen wasn't fawning over her, Minerva was. "She is sweet, very polite, we both love her dearly, another sister of ours, or I guess adopted daughter, we haven't really decided, we spoiled her at Christmas though..." She smiled slightly at the memory. "The spoiled little thing..." She trailed off.

They honestly spoiled that girl. "She's...well we had a fight a snowball fight" She admitted walking out of the bar with him now. "She killed me, really she did, though maybe she would finally meet her match if say...you played with her and I could possibly finally start getting some work done again..."Minerva trailed of hinting to him that she wanted him to stay with her again.

"As for getting home, we'll fly it will be faster, and if you play your cards right then I'll consider joining the mile high club though really Cal..." Minerva whispered "Couldn't we just do it at home like always? Plus it's at home, it's cozy, I'm...more willing to do..." She smiled slightly a coy smile. "Tricks at home" She informed.

[cal]

"Life's no fun if you're not having fun," Cal pointed out, nodding, "trust me, I tried the other way. Wasn't fun. Inner peace is all well an' good, but I kinda like to enjoy myself too. So I mix the two. Which makes everything funny."

He waved his hand airily as he strolled down the street. Even Cal knew that two faeries couldn't very well take off in the middle of a Midwestern town. As much as they might want to, they were earthbound until they exited the city proper.

"I think I have met this 'Mae-bee,'" Cal did the air-quotes, "she would be the very old lady with the hideous ugly warts. Walks with a limp, I believe. An' eats bugs. Anyway," Cal waved it off, "I'm sure I'll get along fine with her. People like me, for some reason. Never could quite figure it out. Crazy people an' their crazy liking of crazy people."

He rolled his eyes to Minerva, half-smiling, "Are you horny, your Majesty? Is that why you called me? For a booty call. Shaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaame."

He giggled again, skipping lightly, turning to land facing Minerva. "Fie, my fair lady, fie on convention. Mahaps I should just take thee in the streets. Twould be entertaining, in the least."

[Minerva Corrigan]

Minerva shook her head and sighed "Cal Cal Cal....I honestly did miss you" She sighed hiding the small smile that was appearing on her face. She grabbed his hand and looked to him having missed him far to much for her own good. "You are to much sometimes..." She murmured sighing. "I have work though...so when you and I...finish I have to get some things done which would make it an ideal time for you to meet Maelee" She nodded slightly looking up at the gray clouds and thinking about how it was simply a glorious day. No sun, melting the sun, no sun to warm things up. Simply glorious.

Minerva looked to him and looked around people were gone, in their houses getting warm. Oh how she was grateful she had scared off most of the people coming to find him.

"Really Cal..." She whispered "We don't need to announce what we do out to the public..." She murmured shaking her head as he suggested the streets. Minerva glared at the few by standers watching them. "Really...it's not something I'd announce..." She nodded pushing her hair back behind her ear's and her eyes searching his to see if he was kidding about that 'street' comment.

It didn't seem he was.

"And why can't we just fly Cal..." She tugged at his hand to follow her up. "It would be faster, we're basically out of the town, I don't see people around..." Minerva tried and nodded. She was...well being soft tonight. Something different from her regular personality but that did not matter. What mattered was she wanted him back, she would drag him back if she had too, and the faster they got home, the more at ease she would feel.