-- i stand so tall (caleb)

[callidora mairwen fontaine]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 325px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/w6MZf.png);] i stand so tall, just the way i'm supposed to be. Having just moved to Crystal Lake, Illinois three days prior, Calli Fontaine had been very busy picking out furniture and decorations. She had been so busy, in fact, that things on her "To-Do" list like "buy body wash" and "buy real food-- NO MORE TAKEOUT" had been largely ignored. Now, it was the middle of a Wednesday and she was desperate for something freshly baked. If she ate anymore Chinese or pizza, she was going to lose her stomach's contents. So, after doing a quick search on Google, she found Hartwood Bakery located a few blocks from her home. She was there in five minutes. For a few moments, she simply stood outside, eyes closed and head tilted back, and breathed in the heavenly scents of homemade baked goods, ignoring the voice at the back of her mind reminding her that she desperately needed to learn how to cook. Back home, her family had household help that cooked, cleaned, picked up the shopping, et cetera. Calli had practically forgotten all about that when she hurriedly packed up and left Wales. words: 180 - tags: caleb king - outfit: coming

[CALEB DANIEL KING]

caleb sighed and ran a hand through his ebony locks as he walked toward the little sweets shop. he had heard from a lot of the locals that it was the place to go if one wanted to get something sweet and, at that current moment, caleb was longing for something sweet on his lips. he hadn't been living in crystal lake long - it was probably not even going to become a permanent residence... it was just a place that he could reside while he band members got everything in order. at least that was what he hoped - he wouldn't admit to anyone that he had this fear that his band would end up breaking up. with their hit singles they had released, he knew they were just getting started and he honestly wasn't ready to stop being a musician, though he did like getting away from the hectic life style every now and then. as he turned around the block, caleb could already smell the sweet aroma of baked goods hitting his olfactory bulb and he was more than satisfied. if they tasted as good as they smelled then he would be just fine. before he walked in, her looked over at a girl who seemed to just be staring at the shop. he furrowed his brows, a bit concerned. it didn't seem normal for one to tease themselves like that, so caleb reached out and gently nudged her shoulder. "are you ok, miss?" he asked, his thick northern accent prominent. that's what he got for living up in new york*.


*note: he was born in la, but his parents moved to new york when he was young.

[callidora mairwen fontaine]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 325px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/w6MZf.png);] i stand so tall, just the way i'm supposed to be. She could smell all of the things she had not known she had been craving. Bread, brownies, muffins, pies— God, she was even getting a strong whiff of something with apple. Her mouth was pooling with water at the thought of fresh apple pie when someone attempted to get her attention. The nudge to her shoulder, however gentle, jolted her out of her momentary sweet torture. Her eyes flew open and her head snapped to the side to see a very handsome man looking at her with concern. Blinking a few times, she looked away from him and then back again. “Yes, yes, I am fine,” she replied. Had she started drooling? Talking to herself? Moaning? She didn’t think so… Maybe standing in front of a bakery alone, head tilted back and eyes closed, was disconcerting to people. She had not really thought about it before. She had never even been in a bakery before, so it was not as if she could have known that— Okay, she should have known. After all, standing around does seem to regularly elicit suspicion. She just had not thought about it. She had followed her nose and gotten lost in the swirls of sweet and warm aromas. Calli bit her lip. The man probably thought she was batty. “I was just enjoying the scents,” she offered lamely in her Welsh accent, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the bakery next to them. “It has been a while since I had something fresh, and it all smells so wonderful.” She peeked at him from beneath her eyelashes, embarrassed, and offered him a sheepish grin. “I suppose I should go in now…” words: 277 - tags: caleb king - outfit: coming