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[CALAN HUNTER ELLIS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] this is fate, Even if my heart fades, even if my body breaks up, this song continues living.[/ size] All right, this wasn’t one of his best choices in judgment in his life. Running away from the hospital could end him in the crazy ward and would most likely either give Shay a heart attack or a brain aneurism from rage. He would hope the male would understand when he returned, but then again the doctor had every right to be mad at him. Calan was leaving the hospital without any support from the doctors or his IV bag or anything. However, he was trying to make a point. Mostly to himself and it could wait another two weeks for his release from the hospitals confinements. Calan was a creature of habit and movement. He couldn’t just lie in a bed for hours on end (unless it involved sleep or sex) and actually be comfortable. He had to move, he had to do something that involved movement and just walking down the halls of the hospital wasn’t doing it anymore. For the past few days, Calan found out he couldn’t create fire. That was even scarier to him than getting a new heart and the chances of dying more than fifty percent. He over came that, but now he was faced with a new challenge. He was a firetamer, this was his gift and power. What he was known for being the strongest of his family. And he couldn’t even make a small ball? He was panicking. The boy couldn’t exactly start making fire in the hospital or even out in the gardens. He had to go somewhere else and to him it couldn’t wait. What if he couldn’t do it anymore? Was he human then? That thought scared him. He was a terrified child acting out on the slim chance that what he was, he simple wasn’t anymore. For a teenager over active imagination, this was like going to bed after watching a horror movie. Calan wasn’t sure how far he’d walked but before he knew it his knees bumped against a headstone. Alarmed, he quickly looked around and noticed just where he was. The cemetery. Large and quiet, with a vast number of places no one could hear or see anything out of the ordinary. Being here made his stomach twist considering three people he knew and loved had been buried here. His father, brother and cousin all resting under the earth. He didn’t know if he should feel sick or calmed to know that this was where they actually were. He moved to a large tree that was light up with bright green leaves and pink flowers. An odd thing to see in such a quiet place. He took a breath and tried to bring out anything. A small amount of fire or a large amount. He didn’t care he just wanted something. As minutes past, nothing happened. There was heat but no fire. Frustration slowly over took him and before he knew it he slammed his fist into the tree, causing the bark to burn under the heat of the fire that decided it was the right time to come out. Even with the result he wanted, Calan still felt weird. He slipped to the ground and sniffled a bit, rubbing his eyes that out of the blue began to over flow with tears. He didn’t know what was wrong with him or even why he was suddenly an emotional wreck, but he was. He felt so alone. Yeah that was it. He felt alone. Shay and his mother really were the only people to see him while he was in the hospital. His other brother came once, but that was it. His mother was there almost every day and so was Shay, but he could see how tired they were. Even though his heart wasn’t his fault, he could see in their eyes how much it was still affecting them. Shay would see him during all of his breaks, which delighted and bothered Calan all at the same time. Guilt then took over the loneliness and now the boy had no idea what he should be feeling. Loneliness one minute, guilt the next. Calan was just holding so much in that it was over flowing. He pulled his knees tight to his chest and sighed softly, keeping his face hidden in white basketball shorts. “I’m such a fucking brat.” He grumbled to himself, a fail attempt to make himself cheer up even a little bit. Didn’t work. 744, white basket ball shorts and a simple black t-shirt, cj with julian!

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[JULIAN SILAS MITCHELL]

After his night with Riley that hadn't ended... well, not the way he'd hoped, certainly, Julian was feeling a little lost. There were so many feelings circulating in his brain: confusion, loss, anger, sadness... he barely knew how to handle them all because he hadn't even felt this way when he was alive, and now he had to deal with it as a ghost. Part of him wondered if the whole 'being visible' thing had ever been a good idea – if he would have just stayed non-corporeal whenever he made it out and about in public, he would have never run into Riley, they never would have gotten drunk at that bar, they never would have slept together... but then again, he would have never run into Riley. It was a terrible catch-22, and Julian didn't know what to do with himself. He'd been struggling with his sexuality and his attraction to guys for as long as he could remember, and now that he'd found someone that he actually really liked, of course the guy would have to go and profess he was 'straight.' Figures that I can't catch a break...

[/color] The ghost's thoughts were trailing heavily on his mind and his heart, and he'd ended up in the cemetery – one of few places where he felt like he actually belonged anymore.

Before, when he had been alive, Julian didn't consider himself to be overly social or overly active with other people. His group of friends were all dear to him, and he knew most of them for his entire life, but most of them were all gone now. His parents were gone, his brother was in prison, Riley was a demon... he knew, of course, that some of the Ellises that he'd known as children were still around, but he wouldn't even know how to begin approaching any of them. The ghost rolled his eyes as he continued to walk amongst the headstones, completely invisible, thinking about what he could possibly say: 'Oh hey, you knew me when we were kids – I got blown up by my brother. Now I'm dead. How's everything?' Yeah, that certainly wasn't a great opener.

What was worse was that, for a moment, Julian thought that things were finally getting back on track. He'd bumped into Cierra, one of his old friends, and she hadn't been completely disturbed by his new status as a ghost, he and Riley were having a great time before the morning light hit them and the demon realized that he was sober, stupid, and straight... for a minute, Julian was actually starting to get his hopes up that he could actually have a life again. Friends, maybe even someone to love him – but apparently, ghosts were meant to be the loneliest beings in the universe. If that was going to be his lot in life, Julian was determined to go it alone. Stay invisible. Keep to himself. It seemed awful, and he knew that it'd just make him more bitter about dying than he'd ever been before, but if heartbreak was his alternative, then Julian decided that it might be for the best.

Then, he stopped when he heard footsteps in the cemetery, not far from where he was standing, actually. He ran behind a tree, then laughed at himself because why did he even have to hide, really? Nobody could see him unless he wanted them to see him. Craning his neck around the tree, he heard the voice of a young man, and then saw him: black t-shirt, white basketball shorts, looking like he was running from something, too. The young man's dark hair and tan skin struck a chord of recognition in Julian, and he said his question out loud: ”Calan?” The young man probably heard him, but he was already used to showing himself to Ellises, apparently, so he went visible and stepped out from behind the tree.

”You probably don't remember me, do you?” Calan was so young when he died – only ten or so, so it wasn't likely that he'd give off the same feeling of recognition. But memory was a funny thing; Julian remembered quite a few things from his childhood that he never expected to, so he wouldn't put it past Calan to remember. ”What are you doing in the cemetery, anyway? Not all ghosts are friendly ones, you know. It's dangerous out here.” It had always been in his nature to care for others, especially when he could tell that Calan seemed to need a friend or someone to talk to. He was good at being a friend. At least he hoped he could still be a good friend, despite the fact that his heart was breaking.

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[CALAN HUNTER ELLIS]

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[JULIAN SILAS MITCHELL]

The ghost hadn't expected Calan to recognize him – it had been eight years, and he the firetamer had been so young when he died. Really, the only way he'd know him would be by proxy, anyway, so Julian wasn't offended when Calan obviously didn't know who he was. The younger male's defensive stance, arms crossed, little bit of a stare-down, they all confirmed Julian's original thought. However, the ghost knew that it was just in his nature to look out for people, even now, and while the cemetery was somewhat of a home for him, he knew that it could be really dangerous for wandering individuals. Not all ghosts were nice like him, after all. ”You don't know me, it's okay. I'm actually... well, I was a friend of your family's. Well, family members.” When he said that, Julian remembered that it had been so long ago. Most of them might have forgotten him, too. Riley hadn't, but they had been close, and he hadn't been brave enough to reach out to any of the older Ellis children. Especially not after... well, after things had turned out with Riley.

”My name's Julian, I used to take you, Riley, and Damon to the park when you were little. You probably knew my brother, actually. He's a little closer to your age. Matty Mitchell?” Julian hated talking about his brother, and if Calan hadn't been in contact with Matty, it was probably for the best. His brother had always been a 'bad seed,' and if the fact that he had murdered his own brother wasn't enough to prove that, then Julian didn't know how else to explain it to others. Calan explained that he'd been in the hospital for two weeks, and Julian wondered why. He didn't appear to be visibly injured, and Riley hadn't told him about any sicknesses in the family, but he supposed that Riley was a bit out of the loop what with his being dead, too. ”It's okay, Calan. You don't owe me any explanations. I was just... well, looking out.” The ghost was doing his best not to look like a class A creep, but really he didn't want anything bad to happen to Calan. From what he could tell, the young man had always been one of the good ones – not as inclined to be dark like his family members – since he was really young. If Julian had gotten to live longer, he might have been able to help him out. Teach him a few things. He'd always been talented with his own firetaming, though he was far less reckless.

Speaking of taming fire, Calan mentioned that he was having some difficulty with his own. Julian's heart went out to the boy: one of the hardest things about being a ghost for him was learning to adapt in what seemed like a completely new body without the powers that he loved. ”Because of the medicine, maybe? Are you sick?” Julian moved a little closer, hoping that he wouldn't scare Calan. Really, he didn't mean him any harm. ”I wish I could help you out... I used to be like you, you know? Now I'm just a ghost, stuck haunting the graveyard. Except, I'm not so good at haunting things, either. Not my style.” Julian remembered a few things, of course – maybe if Calan wanted, he could try to help him out. Give him a few pointers. Actually feel useful for a change.

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[CALAN HUNTER ELLIS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] this is fate, Even if my heart fades, even if my body breaks up, this song continues living. This man was a friend of his families? How many friends did his family actually have? Questions began to build up in the boys mind and he was so shy to verbally ask them right about now. Calan relaxed and took in a breath. The man didn’t seem like he was the kidnapping type. He listened to just how they knew each other and like a giant tsunami it all came crashing back to him. Julian, he remembered Julian well. The nice man that always got him ice cream always was there to comfort him if he got hurt on that play ground. Calan suddenly felt horrible upon realizing their relationship. However, it also came to him that Julian had died years ago. How was he alive? “I remember you.” He whispered. Asking him the possible ideas, Julian could have been one of the four following. Demon, angel, a fallen angel or a ghost. None of which he could determine without asking. “How are you here, Julian?” It may have been rude, but that wasn’t the boy’s intention. The teen shifted on his feet and moved a little bit closer to the other man, he pressed himself on the other side of the tree and slid back down to the ground once more. Julian was a friend, so it was alright if he knew exactly what was wrong with him. “I got a heart transplant two weeks ago.” He said with a tiny smile, showing off only the IV bandage that he had on his arm. He wasn’t supposed to be outside yet. Gradually, they were going to introduce him to the toxic waste pool that was the world and it’s breathable air. However, he still fought and he still escaped. “I’m going to be in so much trouble with Shay when I get back.” He murmured to himself and bit his lower lip hard, a force of habit when his nerves were sky rocketing. “But isn’t that what ghosts do by definition? Where ever you are, technically you’re haunting.” He teased with a small grin. He hoped it would bring a smile to the man’s face rather than that sad look he was carrying with him. Calan remembered Julian was always smiling, while he was around anyway. Maybe it was because at the time Calan was so young, Julian didn’t wish to leave a bad impression? That was possible. “Come sit with me?” The younger man bit his lower lip, and after a moment he ended up looking down at his hands. Trying to make fire. A tiny white flame did appear, but it looked weak. All the drugs in his system might have had a negative effect on his fire taming for the time being. 446, white basket ball shorts and a simple black t-shirt, cj with julian! And sorry it’s short, being having things going on lately xD

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[JULIAN SILAS MITCHELL]

Julian expected the questions. It would be strange for someone he had known as a young boy, a mere child, to see him now after likely having attended his funeral had to be strange. Disconcerting, and Julian didn't want to leave him in a state of wonder. He wasn't exactly bitter about being a ghost – he missed his life, his physical body, and didn't enjoy some of the stress and worry that came with being a ghost, but overall, it could have certainly been worse. At least he was memorable, which was a bit surprising since it had been so many years. Julian barely remembered his own early childhood years, and couldn't expect someone else to remember things he could not. ”It's good to know I wasn't just the lame babysitter,” Julian said, letting out a little laugh. Then, Calan asked about how he was there, and Julian gave the most honest answer he had. The most honest answer he could give. ”I didn't end up anything fancy like a guardian angel or a fallen or anything – although apparently those exist. I'm just a regular, run-of-the-mill ghost.”

Julian was doomed to be a friendly ghost. It wasn't a bad thing, necessarily, but even in death he was one of the 'nice' guys. He supposed it was just his lot in life, really... or death, in this case, but he could tell that something was troubling Calan, and even though he could stand there and reminisce or wax poetic about being a ghost for a good long while, he wanted to be helpful. Give the young man some advice or a listening ear if he needed it, something to ease his seemingly burdened mind. Sure enough, when Calan explained what was wrong, why he was there, Julian learned that he'd recently undergone major surgery – a heart transplant. ”A heart transplant? Wow. Are you... are you going to be okay now?” Then, Calan mentioned someone by the name of 'Shay' and Julian tried to think back to if he knew anyone in Calan's family that was named 'Shay.' ”Is that... I don't remember all of your family members, but I'm sure he'll understand a need for some fresh air and sunshine. Especially after what you've gone through.”

The ghost laughed when Calan commented on what ghosts 'do' by haunting things, and it actually made him smile. It had been a while since he'd really smiled, all-out like that. There had been a lot on his mind, as of late. ”I suppose I'm pretty bad at the whole 'ghost' thing, then.” It was good-natured, not down on himself because he really didn't want to be bitter. And it seemed that Calan felt like he wasn't so great at firetaming anymore, either. Julian really doubted that – the Ellis family were a powerful bunch, but he didn't want to discourage or give the young man any more reason to feel bad about himself by bringing up his family's skills. Julian went ahead and sat down next to Calan when he offered, and saw the tiny white flame that emerged when the boy tried to use his powers. Yeah, he was definitely weaker... the poor man. ”You can't force it. Sometimes, you just have to relax. Let go of everything that's bothering you. Feel the heat, remember what it was like to feel that power in every part of you.” Julian's voice was low, soothing, and he hoped it helped. He hoped Calan would try, and hoped that he'd find something to make him hopeful again.

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[CALAN HUNTER ELLIS]

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There was a sadness that creeped through Calan's eyes when it seemed he was trying to remember. Julian would have been offended if he had been forgotten – Calan was so young, and memories could be a funny thing sometimes. Unreliable, and could dissipate with the snap of one's fingers. The response Calan gave, however, was almost as amusing as it was sad. His mother had been trying to save a young boy the sadness that came from losing someone you cared about for good, and the ghost understood that. He respected it, even. Surely, the older Ellis children had been told the truth, but Calan had been spared, even if it had affected his memories to a certain degree. ”Yeah... I can't blame her for doing that. You were so young, and I... the way I died. Certainly not something appropriate for someone your age at the time to hear. You were only ten, you know.” Sometimes, it was crazy for him to think that he had been dead for eight years, but time flew, even for ghosts.

Julian tossed his head back and laughed a little when Calan talked about ghosts and some of their 'abilities.' Yes, he could peek at people, just like Calan said, but that definitely wasn't in his nature. Even now, with his new powers, Julian did his best to try to respect others – not take up any more space or do any more harm than was absolutely necessary for him to survive. And while his existence was still pretty lonely, he hoped the people in his life would appreciate that he was still doing his best to be a good guy. That was what he'd always been: good, kind, dependable Julian – he looked after everyone else, and hadn't ever really expected anyone to take care of him in return. It was why he had lost out on a lot of things: a spouse or serious relationship, kids... he'd never gotten any of that, but he'd only lived for twenty-six years. ”No, don't apologize! You're funny. Made me laugh. I don't do a whole lot of that these days...” Another thing about Julian was that he never wanted people to feel like they had to apologize for being themselves, and it seemed that Calan had turned out really well.

Even more remarkably, he had survived heart surgery – been given a brand new one, and seemed to have something rather special in his life. Someone named Shay. Julian certainly wasn't one to judge sexuality; he was bisexual, himself, and had never gotten a chance to experiment or be with a man because his family was homophobic. And his one drunken escapade with Riley had ended up really, really badly in the morning. But since they were related, Julian certainly couldn't talk to Calan about Riley. Although it seemed that Calan had more experience than he knew, given that he was, well... married. ”Married? Wow. Congratulations! But... you're so young! I mean, I don't judge or anything, just glad you're happy and things are working out, but... wow. I never even had a girlfriend while I was alive.”

Although the two of them hadn't seen each other in years and were both grown now, Julian actually felt pretty comfortable with Calan. Comfortable enough that he felt compelled to try to help the young firetamer out however he could, just like he had done back when Calan was much younger and he was alive. He'd been babysitting Calan and some of the other Ellises since he was sixteen years old, and there was such a strong connection with that entire family for a number of reasons. Also, sometimes he missed his old powers and the ability to tame fire. So, he tried to help Calan, give him some coaching, some encouragement, and he watched the younger man's hands as the white ball of flame turned brighter, hotter, and developed into something more substantial. Julian's eyes lit up, and he grinned, almost like a proud older brother, then patted Calan on the shoulder, leaving his hand there for just a moment. ”See? Look at you go! I always knew you'd be special, Calan.” Sometimes the smallest things could make a world of difference, and even though Calan probably still had a lot of worries, Julian hoped that this would help lift his spirits, even just a little.

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[CALAN HUNTER ELLIS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] this is fate, Even if my heart fades, even if my body breaks up, this song continues living. “Can I ask how you did die? Or am I just being far to nosy for my own good?” Another small smile. He didn’t want to over step anything in fear he might upset an old friend, but Julian seemed like he didn’t mind or so he hoped. Sometimes assuming was a horrible thing to do at the best of times. Since he was never told fully and completely that the male did die, he was so curious. As a child he didn’t understand but a year or two later he came up with the conclusion on his own. It hurt so much to realize someone dear to you would not be returning and also foolishly twisted his heart because he still at one point had hope of seeing Julian again. Now he felt silly for thinking about the past when the present was right in front of him and drastically different than how he could have imagined it. “You should laugh more.” He murmured to the ghost and bit the inside of his cheek, trying to form words that didn’t sound out of place for the current situation. “Even when you’re sad, you…” A short pause. “You can always fake it. Even when your hurt, if you smile you’ll at least trick yourself into feeling better. That works for me sometimes.” It never worked with Shay though because that man knew how to twist him up in ways Calan hated to be twisted. It worked when it came to family though. His brother he learned to basically shake his head about. The older male really never being around enough for him to keep a deep attachment too. Quinn and Calan were brothers yes, but it was hard to be brotherly. Riley, well Calan cried over the fact that Riley was gone. When he first learned the older male died he was a wreck. Death was different than just not being there, because sometimes Quinn would show up. Calan would never see Riley again and that realization still made Calan want to cry from time to time. Then Damon was on a totally different level. Calan didn’t know why the male seemed to avoid him like he did, but maybe family stopped at certain points? Maybe the breaking point for Damon was finding out Calan liked men? Who knew. The younger male sighed softly and wiggles in the grass, but he smiled at Julian’s reaction to being told he was a teenager and ‘married.’ “It was really just a spur of the moment thing. I asked if he wanted to get married and he laughed and said yes, so I suggested Vegas and we drove down to Vegas and got married.” He smirked a little bit. “Then a few months ago we had a huge falling out and I threw my ring at his face and now I have no idea what we are.” Calan laughed at that and ran a hand through his thick black hair. Things between him and Shay were a little muddy right now, but they would work it out. Calan would be damned if they didn’t. Suddenly, the young boy scoffed. “You never had a girlfriend? Really? Liar, you’re like super model good looking. Like the kind of guy women rip their pants off and just toss them in the air once they see you.” He grinned and nudged him a little bit. It was hard for Calan to believe but maybe Julian wasn’t the relationship type? That was always possible. It must have been harder to be with someone as a ghost though, Calan could only assume since that was something he didn’t want to ask the older male. For all Calan knew he could have been walking on some very thin ice already. The white flame danced around in his palm for a moment before disappearing once Calan willed it to go away. Still with a smile he blushed a bit. “Stop, you’re making me blush.” He beamed. 673, white basket ball shorts and a simple black t-shirt, cj with julian! Sorry for the wait!

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[JULIAN SILAS MITCHELL]

For a while, Julian knew that he would have had a difficult time talking about his death. The way it had happened – cold blooded murder, and by his only brother – was pretty gruesome, and while part of him wanted to spare Calan the details, it was just a thing now. Just something in his past, and nothing to dwell on. ”Well, I don't know if you remember my brother, Matty – you were pretty young...” Julian said, figuring that it was as good a place to start such a macabre subject as any. ”As much as I loved him, he was always troubled, and... I always tried to look after him, help him get through his demons, but... one day he just snapped, and our parents were out of town. He rigged chemicals, because fire can't kill us, but explosions... and then he lit the match. I was asleep, I'm pretty sure... I don't remember it happening, didn't feel any pain, but I saw the papers and... hovered after, when they were surveying the rubble and then hauling Matty off to prison... so I figured it all out.” That kind of thing would be a lot for a young kid to take in, but Calan was a man now. A young man, but still a man.

The laughter was a nice reprieve from all the serious talk, and Julian found a genuine smile cross his face at Calan's suggestion – yeah, he really should laugh more. Mostly, he had gotten over his death, and was trying to integrate himself back into the regular world as seamlessly as possible, but there were still those moments when the bitterness managed to seep in. ”Trick yourself into feeling better, huh? I've never tried that... it actually works?” Julian had heard the phrase 'fake it 'till you make it' but he never took it seriously. However, even for a young man, Calan had seemed to have gone through a lot: marriage, marriage troubles, his heart condition... maybe he was onto something that Julian knew nothing about, and the ghost was never too wise to take some free advice, so long as it was good advice and nothing malicious. Julian listened to the young man's story about how he met his husband, and then the fight that followed, and nodded solemnly, content to just play the role of listener for a few minutes while the firetamer got out all he needed to say. Julian really was a good listener, and knew that people appreciated having someone who was willing to just listen, so he never minded. ”I'm sure if you talk to him, you two can work it out. I don't know tons about marriage, but I don't think two people would get married if they didn't love each other. Or dwell on a fight if it was really over, but maybe I'm naïve.”

Even though he hadn't had many relationships, Julian had always wanted the whole 'marriage and kids' thing... whether it was with a man or a woman, he didn't care, although he'd had to hide half of his sexuality for basically his entire life. For a moment, he wondered how Calan's family had taken to accepting the fact that he was – Julian guessed – gay, or at least married to another man. His would have disowned him, and he knew that people still did that, even eight years later, but hoped that Calan at least had accepting people in his life. He seemed like too good of a person not to be surrounded by positive people. ”Hah, I appreciate the compliment, but... I don't know, it wasn't for a lack of trying or lack of interest, but I was just always too busy with my family, my friends... work. I was a fireman, actually... tried to use my powers for good, help people. I think way too many firetamers don't, you know? Just because you're special doesn't mean you are better... but I have a feeling you already get that, don't you?” There was a lightness and natural kindness to Calan that Julian could see, and that was part of why he helped the young man nurture his powers, at least, as best as he could. The small white flame that was produced felt like a small victory, and Julian was so glad that he got a chance to be helpful.

”Didn't mean to make you blush, just being honest,” Julian said, looking down at the ground, definitely not wanting to make someone uncomfortable. He hoped they could be friends, and maybe it could help him get back into the Ellis family... help the other ones that had lost their way, too.

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[CALAN HUNTER ELLIS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] this is fate, Even if my heart fades, even if my body breaks up, this song continues living. Calan’s stomach twisted in knots. Julian was taken away from his family just because of his brother. The younger male couldn’t remember Julian’s brother at all, it was like he voided him completely from his memory. To die in such a way made Calan fearful. The idea of death was actually always terrifying for him. He didn’t know what happened when you died. Some became a ghost, like Julian, others got a second chance as either a demon or a guardian angel. What that entitled to he wasn’t sure. “You have a second chance now. You’re lucky.” He said with a smile, not wanting to make the mood worse. “You can just keep going from where you left off.” He nodded and looked at him, hoping he wasn’t be to overbearing. “Just smile. And keep smiling.” He said with a nod. It worked, Calan knew it did. Whenever he was home and without Shay he would keep a smile on his face until his lover came to get him. He thought about how Shay would be so angry with him when he returned to the hospital. Hopefully they could get past that as well, if Calan told him why he left the maybe, just maybe Shay would understand. For now he had to focus on being with a friend he thought he’d lost forever. That was much more important. “We’ve overcome a lot so far.” He murmured, replying about Shay. Julian did have a new life now, a brand new chance to do everything he wanted to do when he was alive. Calan was sure the older male saw that but didn’t know how to react? Maybe that was it. A gentle nudge would do. “You can have all that back now. Go for the things you love most and don’t let shit stand in your way.” He smirked a little bit and nodded. In truth this was like an awesome dream, he finally knew what happened to one of his favorite people and now they were back. Calan felt like a child, but he was so happy. Calan sometimes hated being as strong as he was. He had more rules, more things to do. He really just couldn’t be himself. “I know how that feels, trust me.” He murmured and bit his lower lip, shifting to get comfortable in the grass. “By the way, thank you… for the fire training.” enough, white basket ball shorts and a simple black t-shirt, cj with julian! Sorry for the wait!

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[JULIAN SILAS MITCHELL]

It was a strange sort of comfort when Julian realized how wise Calan was, and way beyond his years. Truly, the young man had gone through a lot, and had likely had to adjust his viewpoints to suit the needs of a growing person and mind along with it. Being gay, and in a family like the Ellis clan had to be difficult. Even though Julian's own family hadn't been as powerful or well-known, they had adopted some of the same ideals, and that was part of why he had stayed firmly in the closet about his dual attraction to both men and women. Therefore, the side of him that was attracted to men had never been acted on, and it had only been recently that he'd done any sort of experimenting. With Riley. Which had been a disaster. ”I guess I should be more grateful – it's hard not to be bitter sometimes, but I'm just trying to make the most of it.” Calan's advice was welcomed, because even though the firetamer was still so much younger than Julian, what he was saying just made sense. ”Although I'm not sure that I'd want to pick up exactly where I left off. I've learned a thing or two since then.”

The young man started talking about how he got through a lot of things by continuing to smile, and the ghost thought that was a really healthy, positive way to treat things, so long as he wasn't masking the bad things that came up. It seemed like he had a pretty good handle on whatever problems he was going through with his husband – and Julian was still a little shocked that Calan was married – but they were getting through it. The ghost nodded and gave a little smile. ”You've learned a lot from your experiences, though. You're a really level-headed, smart young man. I'm sure your family's pretty proud of you, aren't they? And if not, they totally should be.” He wanted Calan to know that he was special, because he was, and even though he was going through some crap, so was Julian, and maybe they could help each other through it.

Almost like how Julian had helped him tame his fire, even though it had been a small little ball of flames, it was likely more than Calan was used to, given the expression of awe on the young man's face. Julian couldn't help but feel the smallest bit of pride swell in his chest because it had been so long since he'd been able to work with his gift. He had other powers now, that he was still trying to get the hang of, and the fact that he could still be helpful with something like firetaming even though he was a ghost was... pretty spectacular. ”Any time, Calan. It's nice to feel like I'm still good for something. This ghost thing... it's a lot different than what we were born with, and I had a pretty good handle on all of that, once upon a time.” Julian wondered if Calan had anywhere to go, likely back to the hospital, and Julian wanted to see if maybe he could accompany him back, just to make sure he got there safely, and maybe even meet his husband, but for a minute, he just wanted to keep talking to the young firetamer. ”So... you plannin' on sticking around for a while, or should I take you back? I mean... y'know, if you'd like me to help see you back. Or we could just stay here and talk, your call.” Julian didn't want to seem desperate for the company or anything, but he liked Calan, and being around an Ellis brought back some of the best memories he had, before the life he'd known was cut short.

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