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[CALLA ADELPHIA ELLIS]

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She remembered quite well how little Calla would constantly burn things because she had not been able to control her fire yet. But now she could and all was fine. There is a saying that claims that if you see someone's room, you see a bit of their personality, or more. Well, looking around the room of Calla Ellis, the first thing you see is a mess that has exploded. Clothes are covering every single inch of the bordeaux carpet, as if a bomb had exploded in there. The white walls were covered with paint splatters from one of her various explores of the art of painting, posters of rockbands that her parents will only label as 'untalented screaming and noise', though actually by music experts of modern music and real music lovers, they are the best of the moment. But also the oldies like Pink Floyd, Queen and Led Zeppelin have a place of honour on Calla's busy wall. More stickers of the various jobs she has done, of a nightclub, a bar, ice-cream parlour even, a printed out painting of her favorite artist Dalí (she has a knack for weird stuff), her surfboard and pictures. Pictures everywhere. Especially with Weston Patton, her best friend, mr. Jackass, and 'Flounder' as she refers to him as her 'fishy friend'. By now her parents have known that is impossible to keep Calla Ellis from that merman, and they have stopped forbidding her, having turned a blind eye to that friendship a long time ago. Moving to Calla's desk, it fits in perfectly with the messy environment, but the main thing that stands out, is that there is no study book to be found. It is covered with beginning of drawings and paintings all over the place, especially street art designs. Calla is a street artist to the max, but only in secret. She has given up on going to college, since nothing seemed to interest her and is now teaching painting 101 for beginners. Or her morons, as she likes to call her pupils. The course-takers don't stick around for her sunny personality, but because she's that good. Also a nice touch is how candy is spreaded all over the desktop, skittles, m&ms, empty bags of lays crisps, muse food. In the middle of her room stands her bed, a giant king-sized two poster bed which is rarely ever being slept in. Calla's window is always open so she can sneak out at night, which is something that has proven to be handy when you are a bad ass rebel like she is. As the camera shifts to the left corner of her room, you can see her most prized possesions; her guitars (acoustic and electric), a keyboard and her skateboard. Calla can skate like no other motherfucker and in a kabinet against the wall you can see her trophies she has won with skateboarding competitions. So yes, Calla is an eccentric, artistic and messy being and she was glad that Jamie (unlike her family) could sort of handle that. As of right now, miss Ellis was seated on her bed, blankets curled around her, and all her books spreaded around her on her bed and the floor, and on the impressive big cabinet that was placed agains the right wall, half-blocking the door. Calla had a huge collection of books, it was something that came with having shitloads of money, you could buy whatever you wanted. And though she no longer relied on her parents' money, it sort of did help. She invested in literature as it fascinated her and Calla could quite often be found on the balcony in the evening, curled up on a chair with a blanket, a book, some coffee (or alcohol) and a cigarette. Nearly perfect way of spending the night, unless ofcourse you had parties to attend. But now the young woman was struggling with some song she was writing, the chords did not really match too well. Grumbling again as Cmajor and minor both failed, the dwarf--sized brunette grabbed her guitar, jumped off her bed and moved towards the living part of the appartement she shared with Jamie. Again the benefits of both being part of a big, wealthy family; a big, big appartement. "Jamieeeeeee. I need your help." Calla whined, strolling through their house to find her friend (with occassional benefits). It showed that a big house could also be a major lapse. tag: jamila word count:863 outfit: here notes: oh calla xd

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Jamie loved their house. Well, okay, it was actually an apartment. She’d looked, long and hard, before finally moving her ass out of her mother’s house. It’d been a hard move, leaving her siblings as she had, but she just could keep being stifled by her frickin’ mom. Honestly, the woman was one of the most overbearing pains in the butt that had every existed. Originally, she’d lived by herself. It was a four-bedroom place, with three bathrooms. Big living rooms, big windows, gorgeous kitchen. And Jamie had needed all that space for a wide variety of reasons, but mostly, it just had to do with her kin. If they needed a place to crash, she welcomed them with open arms. She’d even take Aquana, if she needed it. But that would never happen. Usually, theirs was just a place for Antala or Akakios to come running to. Now though, after meeting Calla and falling for the other woman’s personality, they lived together. And it was working. Fire and water were swirling in the same house.

They were both the artistic sort, though Jamie was much cleaner and tidier about her creativity, where Calla’s spread out in uncontrolled chaos. Despite the other pretty lady being older than her, the mermaid was sort of the mature ‘older sister’ of the house. She wasn’t sure how that’d worked out, but it did. Jamie hearted herself some Calla. The firetamer also did tangible art- painting, drawing, writing, that kind of thing- where Jamie did strictly music. Her roommate even watched her band practice sometimes at the house. They had a really good relationship, the two of them. They were buddies, they were cohorts, they were friends with benefits. They were sparring partners- of the verbal sort, as everybody needed an outlet now and then- and confidantes. Calla had been living with her for… a few months now, actually. Their apartment still looked like hers, mostly, but the firetamer was slowly spreading her cute little touches everywhere, adding original artworks and personal possessions. Which Jamie kept clean. But she did love Calla’s art, and was glad that it graced their walls now.

Currently, she was seated beneath one of those lovely paintings, reading. The chair was funky and eccentric, with large swatches of bright colors. And it was damn comfy too. It held her lithe frame between its gentle arms as she rested the slim volume in her lap. Her hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun, artfully and effortlessly complimenting her comfy sweats, sequined bustier and loose top. It was a half-lazy day; if she really wanted to go somewhere or do something, all she had to do was slip on a pair of jeans and shoes. But for now, she tried to absorb the information contained within the pages of this biography about .38 Special, tried to get something out of it that she could use. Tried to learn from their successes and their mistakes. Jamie wasn’t really a super-reader, by any means, but she had a large collection of band bios in her bookshelves in the living room. Calla’s room was littered with literature of all kinds, but Jamie was very focused, preferring to try and get some brilliance out of her reading material, and maybe some inspiration for her and Divide the Sky- her band. A cigarette was balanced between her lips, waiting for her to pull on it again. Her brow furrowed as she grabbed a highlighter and took it to a few lines in the book that were particularly interesting. She had done this for all of her biographies, even going so far as to get those little post-it divider flags for sections she really enjoyed. The mermaid was an interesting blend of crazy and controlled. It was something that Calla seemed to appreciate, and had, from the moment they’d met. They’d bonded easily, both being as rebellious against their families as they were. They were also both fun party ladies, and real to their core. Posers be warned. She was glad to have Calla around… Speaking of which, where was Calla? Probably in her room, brainstorming something brilliant. She took another puff on her cigarette, and flicked the ashes into a tray on the side table by her chair. Her highlighter was poised to strike again when she heard her friend emerge from down the hall, calling her name in that adorable, plaintive way she had.

’What’s up short stack?’ Jamie caught sight of the paper and guitar in Calla’s hands, when she glanced up from her book, and deduced that it was a musically-related question. A large chunk of her was really glad that she and the firetamer could bounce ideas off of each other so easily. It made her life much easier, and she always had a willing guinea pig who she could perform for before taking her works to the public, or even to the rest of her bandmates. Which was very very helpful when Jamie wrote most of their music. ’Aah. A musical plight. My ears and my help are all yours sweetie. Lay it on me.’ She was more than happy to help her friend, if she could. She placed her book to the side after slipping in her favorite bookmark, and sat up a little straighter before dousing her cigarette.

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[CALLA ADELPHIA ELLIS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; border-top: #bd003e 8px solid; border-bottom: #bd003e 10px solid; background-color: #ffffff; background-image: url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/24o0v2t.png);] [atrb=width,400] wrap me in a bolt of lightning Jamila Adrastos might be one of the few people that were actually close to Calla Ellis. Like always Weston Patton was the exception to every rule, but then again, there was no relationship that could compare to the one she had with the merman. Nobody knew her like he knew her, and she knew him through and through too. He could practically read her mind and she could read his too. But Jamie came close to what she had with Weston, being her housemate and probaly her best female friend. It was ironic how she was closest to two merpeople, while her element was the direct opposite of theirs. Calla liked to think it brought a little balance to her world. Jamie was clamer than seh was and more organized, but neverthhey had bonded over their rebellion against their parents, clearly dismissing anything they said. Inspector Hoyt thought Calla's parents had spoiled her, never given her any reprimades for her deeds, but they had. The brunette just hadn't cared for them. She had ignored the punishments and now at 24, she was a grown up. An adult. And though her behaviour often didn't say so, Calla was more mature at times. She knew damn well what she wanted and even better what she did not want. Her parents had not been foolish enough to try and get her in an arranged marriage with a powerful and respected firetamer, because they knew their middle daughter would have never accepted this. Nobody could've forced her to walk down that aisle, so her folks knew it was just a waste of energy. Like they felt all matters concerning Calla were a waste of breath, time and energy. Bidelia and Jackson had given up the hope that their daughter's difficult behaviour would fade and she'd get to follow their wishes. Calla was her own individual and would never change that. She didn't know where the invisible line was of what her parents could take from her, if there still was any. It seemed as if herparents had grown indifferent of her. The artist didn't know exactly when it had crossed her mind to move out of the hell hole, but the thought had nested in her, spreading like a disease and not letting her out of it's grasp. The beauty of freedom and independance had been calling her. And when she got introduced to Jamie, she knew the moment was there. Jamie had immediately captured her attention with her siren beauty, her craziness and rebellism. When she turned out to be a musician too, things didn't seem to be able to get any better. Calla was drawn to the mermaid as much as she had been drawn to the firetamer. What started off as a hookup, grew into so much more, in such a small period of time. Calla had been thinking about leaving her parental house for quite a while, but she had known that they'd do anything to stop her and living on you rown was pricey if you no longer had an infinite flow of money. She was sure her parents would cut her off the family money if that was necessairy to keep her with them. So when she kept on seeing Jamie and the girl said she was looking for a housemate, Calla had taken the chance and opted herself Now, even without parental money, the firetamer would make enough money with her various jobs, painting classes, occassionally selling a song or piece of art and parts in musicals, and still have a decent living, now that the rent was cut in half. Plus, Jamila had proven to be an awesome roommate and a great friend. Calla had been living with her for a couple of months now, not that long actually, and yet she felt as if she knew Jamie through and through. They were thick as thieves and she might be her second best friend. After Weston, surprise surprise. But what the brunette liked the most about her housemate were their jam- and brainstorm sessions. Calla hardly let anyone in her creative thinking process, sometimes not even Weston, but Jamie was always welcome to help her and be her walking think tank. Thogh music was obviously the mermaid's best discipline, she had proven to have valuable opinions and suggestions on her art and literature as well and Calla appreciated it. Likewise did she help her friend out when she (and her band) were stuck on something. People often asked the brunette why she was not in a band, since she seemed to have a knack for any type of instrument and vocal chords made of concrete, as high and loud as she could sing. But for Calla it had been a deliberate choice to not join a band on permanent basis. Sure, she'd play substitute for Jamie's band (which happened sporadically) if they asked her to, but being a fixed member of a band asked for a commitment and commitments.. Not Calla's thing. She felt it would disturb her artistic freedom and would turn music into an obligation that needed daily attention. Now there wasn't a day that she did not touch her guitar(s) or keyboard, but it was because she wanted to, not because she had to. "I'm alright, my fishy friend, how's you?" The firetamer said with a smile, tossing a set of bongo's (that always seemed to wander off somewhere in their apartment) off their couch onto the floor to drop herself on the couch as close to Jamie as possible. Then the spunky dwarf dragged her guitar on her lap and started playing. "I, I can't promise you that I won't let you down. And I, I can't promise you that I will be the only one around when your hope falls down. But we're young, open flowers in the windy fields of this war-torn world. And love, this city breathes the plague of loving things more than their creators."

[/i] Calla's voice was soft and a little rough, and she was now fully taken by the music, focussing on a little riff that belonged in between the stanzas and the chorus that she had been working her butt off with but actually had succeeded to figure out. "I ran away, I could not take the burden of both me a-"[/i] Her face turned into a smirk as she got to problem, gritting her teeth annoyedly as her fingers moved over several barre chords she hadn't tried before, but still not succeeded in getting the sound she wanted. It all just didn't sound well enough. It didn't sound like perfection. "See, the chords just don't fit and I keep on trying but it makes zero sense." The girl whined, leaning casually on her guitar as she searched through the pockets of her vest for her cigarettes and her most cherished panda lighter, tucking a cig between her lips and lit it. Now all she had to do was wait for Jamie's answer, stuffing her smoking 'gear' back into her pockets.
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[JAMILA KALIANE ADRASTOS]

Ah Calla. Jamie was fairly certain she would never tire of her roommate’s quirky sense of humor, style, or art. Not to mention the fact that she was downright attractive. Just… yummy. They had too much in common to ever really work as a couple though. Not to mention the fact that Jamie- and she was pretty sure Calla felt the same way- just didn’t want to be in a relationship. It wasn’t her style, and it just didn’t work for her. She far preferred to play the field of many ladies, rather than hitching herself to one. Even though this one was pretty exceptional. And conveniently had just as much talent as the mermaid did. It was part of what made them work so well together. Heck, Jamie even liked Calla’s taste in friends. All the people she’d ever brought over and introduced her to had been pretty cool. Then there was the fact that she was a firetamer, which somehow made their friendship all the sweeter. Was she really defying her mother by mixing fire and water under the same roof? No, but it sure felt like it, and the taste of consistent rebellion was delectable. You would think that would be offset by the fact that Jamie always did most of the cleaning, but incredibly enough, the opposite was true, since the redhead liked to have things a certain way, and was just the right amount of controlling that she really didn’t want the help, even when it was offered. She was more than willing to offer the help though, where she could, like right now. The perplexed look on the pretty firetamer’s face made Jamie want to kiss her forehead and smooth out the cute crinkles, but she had a feeling that solving the other woman’s dilemma was the preferred method of ire dissipation.

‘I’m alright,’ was what she said, but it really wasn’t what she meant. Some little musical nugget was clearly eluding her, and therefore bugging her. Jamie smiled, amused. Precocious Calla was always fun. Sometimes, the mermaid couldn’t decide whether or not to fix the problem, or continue it, just to watch that sweet little pout, because the firetamer- despite a touch of temper- wouldn’t ever take it out on her. Most of the time though, the redhead just tried to help, where she could. Maybe it was the ‘big sister’ streak in her, or maybe it was just because she liked to help her roommate, unlike so many other people, and the novel feeling was enough to inspire sincerity, or maybe it was some combination of both. Whatever the case, the Ellis woman was a real friend, and deserved whatever kindness Jamie could give.

’I’m pretty fantabulous myself sweets. Come sit with me a spell, and we’ll see what we can see, hmm?’ The other lady moved the drums- cute little bongos- onto the floor, a tad unceremoniously- but that was Calla, what could you do?- to sit next to her. Without preamble or anything she started singing, that bourbon-like voice whispering over Jamie’s ears and nerves like an electric blanket. It covered the mermaid’s skin, who could do nothing but appreciate the firetamer’s talent. It wasn’t often that a being unrelated to the merfolk at all could make the redhead’s hair stand on end like that, but Call was exceptionally gifted. She had a quirky talent for song writing, too, actually. It wasn’t Jamie’s brand of rock- at least not this song- but it was still excellent, and it was still something she could help with. The mermaid listened to the lyrics, wondering briefly what had inspired this particular combination of words. The randomness that was Calla? Or some other incident or memory? She made a mental note to ask about it, after they figured out whatever it was she wanted to solve. Smooth, smooth, smooth, hitch. The tinier woman’s fingers faltered over the strings of her well-worn guitar, clearly unsure where to go from there. The halt in music actually hit Jamie like a little electric shock, making her flinch. Her head cocked as she looked at her companion, confused about the apparent ‘problem.’ A slim, red eyebrow raised, and the question was evident in her eyes, quickly answered by the brunette next to her. The reply was a gentle, frustrated whine, making Jamie smile. Sometimes, the beauty missed the answers that were right in front of her.

’What’s the rest of the line babydoll?’ Jamie asked, wanting to know what the rest of the syllables were supposed to bounce like before she suggested what- she was pretty sure- was the right answer. Or at least the one Calla was looking for. Verse established, she hummed for a minute, asking her to play the first line again, watching her fingers intently, tapping her own toned digits on her thigh in time before nodding, setting her cigarette down in the nearby ashtray, and gesturing for the guitar. ’Gimme.’ The firetamer did, of course, trusting her friend completely. ’So, like… this? I ran away, I could not take the burden of both me and you, It was too fast, Casting love on me as if it were a spell I could not break…’ Her siren’s voice trailed off, eyes looking at the lovely lady next to her for approval. ’I just tried what you already had, silly, instead of something different. G, Fmaj7, C, Am, G, Fmaj7, C. What’d you think? Did I score one for the genius?’ Jamie was fairly confident in her ability to read what Calla wanted- at least musically- by this point in their- granted, fairly short- relationship. On the flipside, the brunette was just as apt to do right by her, helping her through her musician’s version of writer’s block whenever she encountered a problem. Still, it never hurt to ask for the other’s opinion and appreciation, even when you were a little more than confident.

Jamie handed the instrument back to Calla, so that the woman could try it out for herself, since the song always had a different mouthfeel per vocalist. It was both a way to confirm that Jamie had picked the right chord combination, and to let the firetamer see and hear her song played the way she had intended it in her head. That sweet growl came out of her mouth again, making the mermaid’s skin tingle, and she knew she’d gotten the correct set. Jamie and Calla: one- okay, okay, way more than one, but for today, they’d just call it one. Writer’s block: zero.

[CALLA ADELPHIA ELLIS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; border-top: #bd003e 8px solid; border-bottom: #bd003e 10px solid; background-color: #ffffff; background-image: url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/24o0v2t.png);] [atrb=width,400] wrap me in a bolt of lightning The thing that pulled Calla to Jamie the most was probably the fact that they were kindred spirits. Both came from big supernatural families that were pretty dominant in the way you should live, and both didn't want to live that way or didn't agree with what they had to do. So when Calla had found Jamie on her quest to find an apartment and move out, they had hit it off immediately, since they got each other. And sure, Calla cared less about her family than Jamila did, but that didn't mean they weren't so alike. And Jamie was an amazing woman, hot and funny, and they just got along so well that people often wondered why they weren't in a relationship, the same way people always asked her whether Weston was her boyfriend, but the far opposite was true. Sure, she never said no to a hook up with Jamie and they were fwb's, but commitments.. They weren't for Calla, they made her get all panicky, and run away, and it was never a pretty sight, so she had just refrained from those as long as she possibly could and the main reason she was fwbs with Jamie was because she knew the mermaid felt the same and wouldn't secretly fall for the firetamer anyways. That would be a scandal to say the least, fire and water united together in a relationship, but for the both of them it was the relationship part that was the problem, not the fire and water part. It was good to have a friend like that, it felt good, it was amazing. It was like she had a female Weston, even though no friend could get her to feel the way she felt about Weston, because he had been her best friend for as long as she could remember and they had been through so much together. But given what a short amount of time Jamie and Calla had actually been friends, they fit so well together that Calla was sure that this girl was her second best friend, and that it would only grow. Sometimes Jamie had this look in her eyes when she looked at the brunette, like Calla was some precious puppy, which made Calla only exaggerate whatever it was she was doing until Jamie noticed, much like now. The firetamer was an actress too, miss Jill-of-all-trades, she was good in all of them and was that annoying person who actually had a knack for everything she tried, at least when it came to disciplines of the art. Sure, she'd admit dancing wasn't her best discipline, sure dancing in a club, but not the real deal, but apart from that, she was pretty talented with everything. And Calla indulged herself in it too, reading about it, analyzing, observing, making stuff herself, her life was one big piece of art. and alcohol and parties but that sounded way less beautiful. It was why she liked to be around people who felt the same way, who were also interested in art, music, theater, all of it. And living together with someone who was into music too was worth while, because they could always help each other, Calla would also always help her housemate whenever it was necessary, even if she didn't like cleaning and all that stuff that much, if help was needed, she'd help. Calla was a scatterbrain and often her thoughts flew everywhere at the same time, chaotic as she was as well, it was part of being an artist, you were seeing and thinking in colors and sounds and there was so much going on in your head that sometimes you lost sight of what was right in front of you, and Calla was also a victim of that. And in those moments, she went to Jamie. When the firetamer had so many options swirming through her mind that the right one got lost in the crowd, the girl sought for her siren and asked her for help. Jamie was often her voice of reason, the one to calm down her busy thoughts with the right answer, usually in one time. It was what Calla appreciated so much about her. It was also why she handed over her guitar to her friend without any hesitation, as much as very few were allowed to touch her instruments. Instruments were precious and Calla did not want them to get harmed, but she knew Jamie would be careful with them, so she could have them. Taking a drag from her cigarette, the girl listened to her friend, hearing the lyrics vibrate through her again. She didn't know where they had suddenly come from, maybe it was her questioning her motives on love or whatever, but she didn't know where it came from. Calla had no one in her life who wanted to love her, thank God or she would have fled the country already. She didn't get what it was that got her thinking like this, but she had to snap out of it. Love wasn't for people like her. But Jamie's voice snapped her out of her thoughts that tended to pull her in and away from the world, as she came with the most simple solution that Calla and her brain had overlooked, bringing an immediate smile to her face as she leaned over to grab her friend's face and kiss her on the lips, something that was rather normal for Calla, since she was that space invading girl when she was close to you and she knew Jamie didn't mind. "You scored a lot of points today, miss Genius Adrastos, I am proud of you. And grateful." The girl said with a wink, pullijng back again to tip the ash of her cigarette in the ashtray. Finishing the thing, she took her guitar back and trailed her hands along the chords, doing as Jamie had instructed as she sang along, trying to get the feel that she needed and it worked. Of course it did. A bright smile formed on the girl's face as she winked at her friend, clearly hearing that this was exactly the way it was supposed to sound. "You're my hero, Jamie. So what are your plans for today?" She asked, her fingers now absentmindedly playing some melodies from other songs, or movies or whatever, as she focused on her friend rather than on the music, since she solved her problem. But Calla was Calla and she couldn't sit still for long, so after a while she got up, gently and carefully placing her guitar against the couch and strolled to the kitchen. "You want something/" She called over her shoulder as she poured herself some coffee in a big mug and bit her lip, grinning before getting out the bread and cheese and ham. It was toastie time. "I'm making toasties!" tag: jamila word count:1147 outfit: here notes: in case you didn't know what they were: toasties

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Deciding to live with Calla had been one of Jamie’s better life decisions. Sure, the girl was a handful, and kind of a mess every now and then, but Jamie really did love the little artist. It wasn’t a romantic love, despite the fact that they had pretty frickin’ awesome sex every now and then… Nope, it was one of those ‘best friend’ loves. The mermaid was pretty sure she’d actually started loving Calla the first time she’d heard the woman sing. It had been this dark, sultry tone that any mer-person worth their saltwater would envy. A lovely cadence, combined with a smoky timbre and saucy growl. The woman had skills. That, mixed with the way her fingers had danced over a guitar, calluses pressing the strings into the right patterns, had immediately snagged Jamie’s attention for the better. And caused her to be brazen and obvious about her attraction to the brunette firetamer. That’d been a good night, for both of them, and the start of a fantastic friendship, that ended up with them living together.

Now, they had an easy and enviable rhythm between them, and more than few people who had seen them together asked Jamie why they weren’t a couple, weren’t a thing, when they fit so well. The redhead just laughed and waved it off. Sure, they fit, but as friends with benefits. Neither one of them would’ve done very well in the relationship-sense with the other. Calla had a huge thing about commitments, and Jamie just didn’t want to settle down. It wasn’t so much a commitment thing, as one girl had trouble holding her attention and she liked variety. And as unique and wonderful as Calla was, they wouldn’t have fit in a long-term, bonded relationship. Besides, the woman was such a cute little brat sometimes, Jamie had this fear that a relationship would’ve stifled that. If there was one thing flame didn’t like to be, it was stifled. So the mermaid gave her her space, let her have her fun, encouraged and helped any way she could. Which, at the moment, included assisting with the chord progression of a song.

Not so very difficult to do, after Calla had already done most of the work herself. Beautiful, silly woman twisted herself up in unnecessary knots sometimes. She spread herself around, helpful and pretty selfless. She’d offer a hand wherever it was needed for somebody she cared about. They had that in common, and it was a good trait to have, as far as Jamie was concerned. Even if it did tend to pull a person like taffy, stretched to the smallest point. Her lovely, small roommate was obviously at a taffy point in her day, if she didn’t see the fact that she could do exactly what she’d already done. It wasn’t so hard to hit that moment though, and when the issue was resolved, and Calla’s gravelly purr crawled down Jamie’s spine, she grinned, quite pleased. She knew better than to question the lyrics in that particular moment, knew better than to ask what had inspired them. Maybe she had a friend that was going through some romantic thing… or one of her dreams or paintings had inspired the verses. The mermaid would ask later, because she really was curious. Calla rarely did anything without it holding some kind of meaning. Even if it seemed small and unworthy of note, there was a meaning. For now though, that could wait.

Calla was being chirpy and happy and grateful, after all, laying those soft lips against Jamie’s own in an affectionate gesture that the rocker quite appreciated. The woman was just yummy. And the fact that she scored some points? And a kiss? Her day was on a high note now. A soft chuckle escaped her lips after her firetamer moved away, dousing the cigarette she’d been working on, the bounce back in her step, and the guitar back in her capable hands. ’You know I love it when you call me a genius, beautiful. And your brand of gratitude is just plain fun.’ She stood up from the chair with a stretch, spine popping in one or two places as she twisted and Calla kept bestowing compliments and inquiring about her day. ’Honestly, sweetness, I don’t have any plans for the day. Was gonna work on a couple songs for the mini-gig tomorrow, and maybe do a load of laundry, but it’s actually a slow day for this girl.’ Her sock-clad feet padded along after the brunette vixen into the kitchen, curious as to what she was doing. The small, quiet notes continued emanating from the guitar, in some random sequence that Jamie wasn’t in the loop about, before the artist set the instrument down, and asked her roommate if she wanted anything.

Jamie just tilted her head and watched for a moment, because Calla was just so much fun to watch. Her energy was boundless, and she always had something rolling through that mind of hers. Some creative work of brilliance just waiting to be unleashed upon the world. Jamie, living with her, usually was fortunate enough that she got to see a great deal of it before other people did. The mermaid even got to participate sometimes, or just watch in fascination. The scent of the coffee hit her nose, and Jamie’s stomach growled at her, making her realize that she actually hadn’t eaten much of anything that day. Oops…. And then Calla was squealing about toasties, and Jamie had to giggle. ’Since you offered, I’ll join in toastie madness. You want help?’ Her hip bumped the smaller woman, before snagging a mug out of the cupboard for herself, along with some coffee and creamer. The warm mug settled in her hands, the mermaid observed the little whirldwind that was Calla fly around the kitchen, retrieving various ingredients with an unparalleled skill. The woman excelled at making the little bread and cheese delicacies, and Jamie realized she didn’t want to interrupt. ’Tell you what, you make those, I’ll make salads to go with ‘em.’ Her long legs carried her back to the fridge, where she secured some lettuce and other vegetation, along with some ingredients to make a quick and yummy vinaigrette. Was she really one of those salad girls? No, but she had nothing against them. She just refused to eat them all the time.