LAURA MOTHERFUCKING BAILEY
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LAURA MOTHERFUCKING BAILEY
The clerics casually plot a murder.
the M • I • G • H • T • Y N • E • I • N
Matt gets his first HDYWTDT
hello goodmorning i have wifi and am very caffeinated so prepare for lots of clearing out drafts spam
‘that sounds like a lot-” “A thousand at least, Beau!’ “well, if it has to be done 💕💕💕.’
commissions!|kofi
This episode hit me like 8 different ways
episode 49 | episode 85
laura’s reactions during beau’s confession are a delight
blue girls 💙💙
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general psa i literally just... do not have wifi at home now. and probably won’t until i move which is god knows when (maybe next year?). so, i apologize if i get even slower since all replies will have to be done from the library when i get time to go and also don’t have more important work to do.
i’ll still be on discord, though!
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she nods, smiling brightly. “yeah, i do! with jewelry and ribbons on them!” jester makes her way closer, eyes darting across her elegant clothes and hair, landing back at the antlers. “you could probably put jewelry on yours, too, around all the pretty leaves.”
cobaltsouled·:
beau chuckles softly, fondness coloring her features as she watches jester.
“ we should get caleb to set up his teleportation shit in every city. then you could do a taste test of all the pastries. “
for a moment she forgets where she is or what pain lingers here. it’s just fresh air and jester and the smell of sugar wafting from that little bag clutched in blue fingers. it’s her friends waiting for them, not her parents.
her parents…..
her thoughts sour and she has to hide her grimace as she turns to her friend and the outstretched pastry.
she glances at it, hesitating for a moment as she thinks of what past hangs onto it in threads, then shakes her head dismissively.
“ eh i think i’ve had enough for a life time. you should save them. not like you’ll be back here again, right? “
she’s almost distracted from the pastries currently clutched in both hands at the idea of having pastries from every city. “that’s the best idea!” even if he might (probably, definitely) get tired of teleporting her place to place just for food.
there’s something with beau that still doesn’t quite feel right. it makes her think of how much the woman never, ever wants to talk about this place, much less come to it, while jester finds herself longing to head back home practically every night.
it seems like very few of the group grew up happy, she thinks. maybe she’s the anomaly after all.
“well, we might have to come back someday. what if some sort of monster heads this way and we have to chase it? what if a god challenges us to fight them here?”
cobaltsouled·:
even in this moment, anger and fear and pain all echoing through her limbs, jester still feels so right in her arms. her skin is cool against her and it doesn’t help with the chill from the draft, but she doesn’t care. she just holds her.
the catch of air and fresh sobs make beau’s chest constrict. she swallows hard, wishing she hadn’t said anything, berating herself for being so fucking bad at making people feel better.
she knows how to yell at caleb and get him to see straight, knows how to slap fjord on the back and remind him she’s his second mate, hell with nott she can just give her a sip of wine. but jester…. jester is so sweet. soft. kind. she’s complicated…. and she’s leagues too good for beau.
a soft laugh leaves her, a little raw at the edges, a little more like a pained breath.
“ with all of us? bet that fucker’ll be dead on sight. i’ll give you the heart ripping though. i’m generous like that. “
the joking is half-hearted and she just pulls jester closer, hoping it’ll offer some modicum of comfort.
“ nott and yeza gotta see their fucking kid or whatever so they’ll be going for sure. you could tag along. see your mom. get some fucking sunshine. you deserve that at least and it’s not like we know what the fuck we’re doing right now anyways. “
she pauses and her tone gets softer.
“ it’s okay to take a break, jessie……. “
the sudden shift in tone catches her off guard, but she laughs, taking a breath to catch the smell jester’s talking about only to regret it immediately.
“ damn that’s rank. pretty sure its you though. i smell like fucking lilacs. “
untangling from jester, she stands and holds out a hand.
“ come on. lets break in the baths before we start smelling like caleb. “
“you’re so generous.” jester says, sniffling. it feels good, almost too good, to think about carving obann’s disgusting heart from his chest. “maybe... maybe we should let yasha end him, though, if we break her free. if she can. i think she’d like that.”
anger burns in her so fiercely jester thinks that this must be what it feels like to want to rage the way yasha does. she knows that it’ll fade, eventually, practically hearing her mama saying so in her comforting voice. knowing it’s true doesn’t make her feel better.
beau is soft and warm and wonderful, holding her. it makes her glad that they’re roommates, because she loves everyone else dearly but doesn’t know if she’d be able to let them see her like this. they need her to be happy in a way that beau doesn’t - though she always wants to be happy for beau, always feels happy with beau.
“caleb doesn’t smell so bad anymore.” jester protests weakly, giggling as she gets to her feet. “and it’s totally you that’s gross! i smell like sweets and sugar all the time - perks of being a follower of the traveler, just saying.”
she takes the offered hand, looking expectantly to beau. “what if we used the hot tub as a bath? we could get so many bubbles if i just control the water and mix it around a little bit!”