—𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓮 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓻.

I cannot drown my demons, they know how to swim. | 18+.

[—𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓮 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓻. @VisionarySnafu]

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐎 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑—
also known as cal. half whitelighter, half demon hybrid. biologically the daughter of cole turner and a fallen whitelighter named isabella moreno. twin to silas, unbeknownst to her, separated when they were mere children.

[Chris Halliwell @filiusfuturi]

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝗼𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 — The middle child of Piper and Leo Halliwell.

Witch, brother, aspiring photographer.

"𝘕𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵."

||𝐌𝐂 21+||𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝||𝐑𝐓||

[—𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓮 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓻. @VisionarySnafu]

— this time it was behind her.

Callie spun around on the heels of her feet just in time to see it. Standing there in her presence was a figure who seemed to be her age, @ruinedrelic. He seemed familiar, yet somehow quite the opposite at the same time.

[—𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓮 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓻. @VisionarySnafu]

“𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝘽𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣” ————

The locket has been quiet ever since her birthday. She still sported the antique chain ‘round her neck, still waited (rather impatiently) for it to pulse or anything like it had the first time she’d come into contact with it.

There —

[—𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓮 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓻. @VisionarySnafu]

— runes glowed with a soft golden light. A temple that was long forgotten stood ahead—yet somehow it seemed to be waiting, no 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 out to her.

She took a very cautious step forward, then froze suddenly when there was another flicker of light that appeared, though —

[—𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓮 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓻. @VisionarySnafu]

Closing shift at the bookstore—don’t know if I’m excited for the quiet or afraid of it, to be honest.

[—𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓮 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓻. @VisionarySnafu]

— a weird birthday, just a whisper. That is, until she heard it whisper again, and this time she was unable to ignore it.

[—𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓮 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓻. @VisionarySnafu]

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙩. ———

Callie never truly expected her 18th birthday to change much of anything. She still had to wake up early in the morning for a long day of school, still had to finish off an evening shift at the bookstore. Nothing changed, not really.

Eighteen —

[—𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓮 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓻. @VisionarySnafu]

— or why it even felt like she was entering some place she’d never be able to come back from.

But she took the locket that night. She wore it beneath her sweater, and told herself it was just an old, ancient necklace she’d stumbled upon. It had no real meaning…

It was just —