you belong with me [callum]

[JANUARY ROSE GOODWIN]

Even though he didn't speak verbally like most people did, January could tell a twinge of sadness in Callum's eyes as he spoke about his family and his brothers. From what he'd told her about Micah, she could tell that there were problems there, and her heart went out to Callum. The young man was so sweet, and she just liked being in his company, no matter what they talked about. Really, the blonde was just happy that he was finally, finally warming up to her. Although, the fact that he was going through hardships at home – she knew about some of them, because she watched from the Heavens – broke her heart. Hadn't he gone through enough? Didn't he deserve some sort of reprieve or light at the end of the tunnel? January so badly wanted to be a constant source of happiness in his life, if he'd continue to want her around. She knew that the werewolf was slow to make friends, and there was most likely a good reason for that. Other than the fact that he was adorably, painfully shy, she knew that it was probably difficult for a deaf person to function without a large familal support group or other people who were either deaf or signed fluently. From what she had seen and heard about, his brothers both had their own problems, and weren't really around to support Callum as much as they probably should have. But January intended to change that, she wanted to give him one solid person in his life that he could always depend on. After all, that was kind of her job, even if she knew she was probably reaching a little by continuing to interfere like this in his life. Most guardian angels kept a distance from their charges, and sometimes they never even introduced themselves. But from the moment she saw Callum, January had just known she wasn't going to be able to stay away.

”I'm sorry to hear that, Callum. I'm sure you don't need anyone to look after you or anything, but sometimes it's nice to know that people care,”

[/i] January signed, not wanting to discount what Micah had done in the past; if Callum said he looked after them and was a good older sibling, she was inclined to take his word for it, but she hated that he seemed to feel so alone now. She didn't want him to feel that way. ”I care about you, for what that's worth. I mean, I know we don't know each other that well yet, but I really like you.”[/i] It wasn't always a good idea to get involved like this. From what she'd been told, it wasn't only a bad idea, but depending on the closeness a guardian angel shared with their charge, it could become dangerous. Lines could be blurred, and the angel could... well... she knew there were plenty of those who had fallen for reasons that she thought were quite noble, even if the higher powers strongly frowned upon such behavior.

The blonde blushed when Callum put his hand on her shoulder after her little joke and squeezed. Even though it was a small contact, she had felt it like a bolt of lightning through her entire system. But she laughed, knowing that even though he couldn't hear it, he would be more than able to tell what she was doing and note the smile that was attached to it. When he relaxed a little he really was funny! Callum made her laugh and made her smile until her cheeks hurt and there was a dull ache in her chest just from being around him. He made her feel things that she'd never, ever felt before, and maybe she was being a little insistent about spending time with him, but she needed him to know that he was special to her, and while maybe she'd hoped that a man would pursue her someday, she didn't mind being the one to do a little bit of chasing.

January liked the idea of bringing Callum along on one of her volunteer projects, even if he seemed nervous about it. ”Oh, Callum – they appreciate any help they can get, and I'm sure you'll be fine. Besides, it'll give you another chance to hang out with me, and I won't judge you for not having perfect technique with a hammer. Just don't hurt yourself, or I'll have to take care of you, and I won't take 'no' for an answer.”[/i] The walk they shared together was really nice, and Callum was even a gentleman and lent her his very large jacket that sort of dwarfed her small frame, but she didn't mind. The blonde just pulled it around her tighter, loving that she could have that closeness to him, since he was likely way too shy to put his arm around her. He even took compliments in an adorable way, all nervous and skeptical of her kindness. Well, he'd just have to learn to get used to them, because she didn't intend to stop any time soon. ”You are sweet. At least, sweet to me. I don't know how you are with other people, but I can only assume you don't have a mean bone in your body.”[/i]

During the time she'd spent watching Callum from her post in the heavens, she had learned that this was definitely true. Of course, she couldn't tell him that, now could she? But she could compliment him, and be excited for their little impromptu date, because it meant that they were stuck together for a little while longer.

Once they made it into the theater, January took her seat next to Callum and felt a little brave by asking him to hold her hand. Of course, he didn't have to, but she felt that the excuse she'd given was a solid one, and would likely end up being a true one, and gasped a little when the movie started and he actually went along with it. Callum's hand was much larger than hers, warm and soft and wonderful, but she wasn't going to say anything to make it awkward. They just held hands and watched the movie, which was really really beautiful and, as predicted, made her cry. Once the credits rolled, January fanned herself a little with her free hand, and released Callum's, even though she didn't want to, but she figured that he might be a little shy about continuing to do it now that the lights were coming up. ”Sorry about being a giant girl – movies like that always get to me. Did you like it?”[/i] He could be honest with her, especially if he hated it or something. January was pretty open and enjoyed to hear people's honest opinions about things. Also, it would be a way for her to gauge more of what Callum liked.

The two of them stood up and began to exit the theater, and January figured it was probably getting close to time for them to part ways. She likely had to be getting back to the Heavens soon, and she figured that Callum had more than a few things planned in his day. He actually had schoolwork, after all, where she 'lived' in a dorm room that was supposed to be empty for that term and pretended to be a college student. ”Y'know, I can sign with one hand if you want to hold my hand and walk me back to my dorm. I'd really like that, even.”[/i] Already, holding Callum's hand was addicting, but she wasn't going to let him see any disappointment if he was uncomfortable with doing it for a longer period of time. January would never want to make him uncomfortable, and was more than willing to keep taking these baby steps – she'd earn his trust, no matter how long it took.[/blockquote][/justify]

[CALLUM ZACHARY LEVINE]

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The young werewolf was used to being alone a lot of the time. He'd never made friends as easily as his brothers did. Some people laughed and pointed, some people pitied him and both of those were as bad as each other. He hated to sometimes think that he was given things and company just because of his hearing disability. The rest of his body was functioning properly, always had. Just his ears, they couldn't hear like others could and instantly that made him the freak in the society. Someone to be hated or felt sorry for rather than being treated like a real human, or what was human of him, being. His brothers loved him unconditionally, he knew that, but Callum lived for so long through them that sometimes he wished for his own life. He resented being deaf because it put up so many barriers for him that he had shied away from life, and now, it was hard to make himself get into it. But here was January, with all her golden glow and genuine smile who seemed completely honest in all she said, her words only kind, but there was no pity in her eyes. Callum was afraid that he'd cling to her and scare her away. His insecurities always had a habit of showing themselves, but that didn't matter. He nodded in agreement to her words though, because it was really nice to know that people did care. "It is. But I suppose I just miss him. When he was ... you know, better, Micah used to tell me all these exciting stories that I loved, but now he's never around." Callum didn't want to say that that was because he had gotten into trouble, that he was doing drugs and all sorts, he didn't want to scare her away, but he was really worried for his bothers safety and well being.

January's next words made his heart flutter in his chest, because Callum had a hard time believing that she was real and not just a beautiful figment of his over active imagination. But no, she was here, as solid as he, a breathing specimen that said she cared about him, and wanted to know him, and truly Callum was starting to feel overwhelmed. "I - uh ..." His fingers stuttered, and how ironic was it that he even stuttered when speaking with his hands. "That's so kind of you January, I really do like you too." He blushes as he doesn't meet her eyes, not daring to add 'and I hope you get to know you better' because he was being way more forward than Callum usually was, but for some reason January put him at ease. She was becoming less and less a stranger to him, and Callum would enjoy every moment of this. However, her words about taking care of him made him laugh, out loud, a sound almost foreign to him but the image was just ... so January. He realised that he didn't know her amazingly well, yet taking care of people sounded like a very January thing and the image was funny, but it was also appreciated it. "Like my very own guardian angel." He joked, not realising how true his own words were, but there was an easy smile on his lips, one that was only really out around his family or Franky, yet January had gotten under his skin so easily.

Callum's blue eyes secretly took in January in his jacket, and honestly, he loved it on her. It made him feel all kinds of warm inside, hell this kind of thing only really happened in movies, yet here they were and it was an awesome feeling. He frowned when she said that he doesn't have a mean bone in his body because ... well, she didn't know about the full moon. About what he became then and that worried him. That her perception of him was untrue because of what happened to him, because then he was dangerous. He'd hurt his brother, his nails having pierced Grayson's skin and Callum had felt just so guilty about it, and he didn't want to know how many more people he'd hurt as a wolf. Therefore he didn't say anything to that, didn't agree or disagree with it because he was sure that January would argue that no matter what he was good, but Callum really could not be so sure.


Callum couldn't believe that he'd been brave enough to take the hand offered in the darkened theatre, and he paid attention to his skin touching hers as much as he did the movie, which was an amazing movie all in itself. Once it ended, his gaze was on the girl beside him and he was surprised to see the tears on her cheeks. The movie had been beautiful, and sad, and Callum's chest tightened at the thought of things like that affecting January in such a manner, proving her to be just so good. He let go of January's hand when she did and smiled at her words, nodding. "I'm sorry, I didn't bring tissues, but you can use the sleeve of my jacket?" He tells her with his fingers, feeling bad for a moment that he didn't have anything to wipe her tears with, and Callum realised he didn't like to really see her cry, for whatever reason. It didn't even come to Callum's mind to put his arms around her in comfort, since he was being bold that day already, that would be a step way out of Callum's capacity to be able to function. "I really did love the movie, it was beautiful." He agreed with her, honestly, he loved that kind of stuff, it was powerful even if he didn't shed his own tears.

When they were outside and she offered for him to take her hand, Callum was certain that his cheeks were blazing because he wanted that very much, but he was just so awkward and shy that he absolutely could not hold her hand without blushing. He figured that if she was wearing his jacket, it wouldn't be so bad to hold her hand, would it? No, he didn't think so, so he offered her a smile, not quite meeting her gaze as he extended his hand and took hers in his, threading their fingers together, though he really was not sure if that was how you were supposed to do it. None the less, he should get credit for trying. "Thank you." He signed, not sure why but he felt compelled to say it and he squeezed her fingers gently, the contact of their hands sending an electric buzz up his arm, because it was all kinds of wonderful and truly it made him feel kind of dizzy, and Callum was sure that there were absolutely no girls like January out there. Of that he was certain. He started walking back in the direction of the university, for a moment not knowing what to say, but he also didn't want her to have to do all the world in this situation so he swallowed down his awkwardness and eyed her next to him as he signed, noting that he really was quite a lot taller than her. "Tell me some things you enjoy doing? I mean ... as you know, I like photography and stuff..."

TAGGED: JANUARY/CJ WORD COUNT: 1234 NOTES: haha just imagine me writing that while we're iccing xDDD

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i love brooklyn from caution !!!

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[JANUARY ROSE GOODWIN]

The guardian angel's heart broke a little when she heard the sadness in Callum's voice. She had only recently known loneliness – since she died, but she was starting to make connections in the heavens. Friends, like this one angel named Arya... and that helped ease the pain that came from losing her family. But when she was alive, January had always been close to them. Her family and her best friend had been the biggest, most important parts of her life, and she knew that she was one of the lucky ones to be able to say that her family unit had remained intact. Both of her siblings were good kids, didn't have problems, were doing well in school and her parents were happily married, just as they had been for years. Not only that, but they were all so close-knit that they even took time out to have 'family nights' where they would watch movies or play board games together. Really, the only thing that had ever caused dissension in their little unit was her death, and January hated that she couldn't have been around to ease them through that or lessen their pain. And even though she knew she couldn't fix everything, she wanted to be able to help Callum through all of his problems, too. His brother Micah sounded like a good person – troubled, but good, and January had watched him, too. She hoped that he would turn his life around and be someone that Callum could depend on again, and tried to reassure the werewolf that not all was lost. Have you tried talking to him? Telling him that you miss his stories, crazy as it sounds, might just be enough to help him get better.

[/i] January knew that Micah was into drugs and had other bad habits, but of course she couldn't tell Callum all she'd seen and all she knew about him. She couldn't tell him the real reason why she'd been brought into his life... not yet.

After talking about Micah, January decided to try to cheer him up, help him focus on happier topics, and included how much she liked him in the careful conversation they were having. Of course she didn't want to bombard him with any kind of emotions, because she knew that he was tentative about them. Callum was shy, sweet, and because he was deaf, it made complete sense that he was wary of other people and letting people in, so when he told her that he liked her with such honesty in his voice, January melted a little. She tried to hold it back, but she absolutely couldn't stop the mega-watt smile that crossed her features because he liked her back. January was logical enough to understand that it was probably just a 'friend like' and not anything romantic, and as much as she wanted there to be romance or a chance for something there, she knew that she had to take baby steps to make him comfortable. For him, she'd wait a lifetime if such a thing was needed. But, when he made the comment about her being like his own guardian angel, she felt her face pale. January's instincts allowed for a quick recovery, but she hoped that he hadn't caught the slight failure in her body posture and expression. Instead, the angel turned to him and signed a question that she was really curious now, especially since she had a deeper, more personal insight into the entire thing. Do you believe in all of that? Guardian angels, demons, any of it?[/i]

Of course, his views on the supernatural had likely changed because he was a werewolf, but since Callum must have thought she was just a human, she didn't know how he'd respond. But, it would give her decent groundwork for later, when she would have to tell him, especially because it was becoming harder to keep secrets from him the more time she spent in his company. January was a very intrinsically honest individual, and even though this lie was for his protection, more than he'd probably ever know, it was still a lie that ate away at her.

January soaked up the kindness that Callum gave her all the way from the campus to the movie theater, when he had lent her his jacket on the walk over there, and she reveled in the kind gesture, wrapping the larger garment around her body like it was some sort of rare treasure. Because, to January, it was. It was a closeness to Callum that she selfishly absorbed, just like it was a hedonistic drug transferred through her pale skin. Touch was important to angels, when they actually got to experience it, and even though wearing his jacket didn't allow him to touch her in any way, it was still a way for her to absorb his scent and keep him close... a way that would make them both comfortable.

The contact continued when they were in the theater and January requested that he hold her hand. Callum had obliged her, holding her hand through the entire movie. The angel had felt the warmth and the heat between them in a way that she almost wondered if Callum couldn't feel and detect it, too. She wondered if he had any sort of feelings for her that confused him like hers had a tendency to be confusing and wished she could talk about it. But she wasn't supposed to have feelings for her charge, and couldn't very well tell him that she was feeling things just to have to take them away in order to keep protecting him. Oh, she had certainly found herself in the middle of a conundrum – she'd have to speak to Arya about how to fix it. Well, if you liked that one, I know of a lot of other good silent films we could watch. Maybe we could go to the library and rent one every now and then, watch them at your house?[/i] She didn't know how he'd feel about bringing her over to his house and his sanctuary, but she wondered if he'd be completely opposed. Part of her felt better about the idea of being invited into his life instead of watching from her post in the heavens, and she wanted to be invited into Callum's world, not just force her way in. That was something that was really important to her.

They left the theater, and January was beyond overjoyed when Callum continued to hold her hand as he escorted her back to her 'dorm room' that wasn't really where she lived – it was a cover, nothing more. But she had made into a little bit of a 'home' so it would at least look legitimate, should she have to bring someone inside. It was basic, but hopefully it would do, and while she wasn't planning on inviting Callum inside tonight... maybe someday, she'd let him into her world a little bit, too, even if it was her secret one. Some things I enjoy doing? Huh. I have a strange fascination with playing board games. I like to be outside. Um... really just walking around downtown, going into little shops here and there, exploring. Does that make me sound completely boring?[/i] She couldn't do a lot of the things she used to enjoy because she spent so much time in the heavens, but January still tried to make time for things on earth as well. The little things kept her connected, and she wanted to stay connected with all she had lost so she wouldn't feel completely alone. January stood a little closer to Callum as they walked, loving how tall he was in comparison to her, and was tempted to put her head on his shoulder. Maybe when they got a little closer, if she thought it wouldn't completely freak him out.[/blockquote][/justify]