theirgoldenboy: (The brightest smile)
Sometimes, I've no wish to take my eyes away.
theirgoldenboy: (The brightest smile)
He rediscovered the love he'd once held for his home as he feasted his eyes on Sarah's marvel at the transformation for celebration, when his mother's mourning was set aside for the celebration of life in the middle of winter.
theirgoldenboy: (Smile!)
Snowflakes that stay on a cute nose nose or on blond eyelashes around sparkling eyes filled with happiness warm Caleb's heart, every single time.
theirgoldenboy: (Sarah: with her)
Evelyn kept using the word 'lovely', but in Caleb's opinion Sarah was nothing short of stunning, closer to surreal, in that blue satin gown, her eyes glittering in the candlelight and her pale golden hair spilling over the smooth fabric.
theirgoldenboy: (Sarah: with her)
Sometimes, he could be content just running his fingers down one of those long blond strands, tips trailing the soft skin of the cheek lightly until the motion took them further down and away, over and over again.
theirgoldenboy: (Pain and power and rain)

He couldn't find Chase, among the flames.

It didn't matter. He could see Sarah. Sarah, whom Chase had come this close to killing. So close, really, that if Caleb didn't reach her and take her out now, he would succeed.

It was a balance. The flames were feeding his power and drying out his body, choking down his lungs. But he could heal himself enough to deal with that.

And then they were out in the rain, and she was alive, and it would be alright. The world was aglow, patterns and swirls and power lines all around him. The rain. The storm. Her beating heart. The houses he could not see; the towns that his mind knew were there. The people in them.

Power and rain. Exhilaration.

Pain. )


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Caleb Danvers

July 2011

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