#absclutezerc

[tempestvoice-arch]

"So do you and Caleb like kiss and stuff? He gets all red whenever he reads your letters, you know. It's kind of funny, Caduceus asked if he was okay once and now he won't read them unless we aren't looking. You're this big cool tempest lady and he's just Caleb. Nott says you don't deserve him, but I think it's kind of the other way around. Technically he's nothing but a member of the group, unless he's a secret agent for something else." - jester!

{ In which @absclutezerc just slays me (also tagging @wiidogasted bc I love doot }

“Uhh….”

Keyleth is at a loss. Completely. Entirely. She’s forgotten how to do words. What is she supposed to say here? How does Jester even know? They’d been so careful…hadn’t they?

Well…apparently not.

“I mean, I’m…not that cool.” She scratches awkwardly at the back of her head as she feels her cheeks burning hotly. She is not answering the question about kissing! “And…y’know…Nott can think whatever she likes. That’s okay. I just…y’know…Caleb is…he’s great.”

[horrorempathya]

bandage patch them up when they get hurt. -booker to daisy!

“  DO  YOU  KNOW  WHAT  THIS  MEANS  ,  booker  dewitt?  ”       there’s  possibly  something  softer  in  the  inclination  of  daisy’s  voice  ,  the  confidence  that  leaks  from  her  very  pores.     she’ll  always  be  rough  ,  maybe  a  little  cold  but  this  is  a  revolution  after  all.    equal  rights  won’t  be  had  unless  they  really  scream  ,  unless  they  really  make  their  point.    comstock  won’t  give  in  until  you  MAKE  him  give  in.    nothing  can  make  that  cruel  prophet  good. 

daisy  fitzroy  pauses  before  her  answer  ,  not  for  the  dramatic  effect  this  time  ,  but  because  she’s  biting  into  some  cloth   (part  of  the  fresh  ,  new  stash  of  medical  supplies  they’ve  acquired  from  one  of  comstock’s  medical  facilities).    it  was  a  smaller  clinic  and  because  of  it  they  also  have  a  stash  of  prisoners  –     all  of  who  are  sitting  quietly  in  the  corner  of  daisy’s  lady  comstock  air  ship.    she  wraps  that  bandage  around  the  gash  on  booker’s  arm  ,  pulling  tight.    there’s  no  forgiveness  in  that  wrapping.    it’s  meant  to  stave  off  the  bleeding  and  infection  for  the  next  day  or  so  until  he  can  take  it  off. 

“  it’s  another  step  in  our  rebellion.      we  can  drop  off  these  supplies  to  those  bleeding  without  medical  care  in  the  streets  of  shantytown  and  watch  them  stand  up  strong  and  willing.     comstock  can’t  keep  us  down  anymore.  ”

> NONVERBAL !!  \  accepting  \  @absclutezerc​.

[vitavitale]

absclutezerc replied to your post:

wow cant wait for the game to release and he’s like, chaotic evil

nero is chaotic stupid

// I CAN’T FUCGKING BREEATHE 

[polyphoniie-a]

}!{ + Bayek

{ Send me }!{ + a muse you think I could write & I’ll do my best! | Generally Accepting? (but hella slow) | @absclutezerc }

He sees Khemu in the smile of every child, now. Hears Shadya’s laughter. They were so young...so full of life. They didn’t deserve to die. They deserved to see Egypt as it should be. They deserved to grow up and live in an Egypt that’s safe. And free.

It’s their memories that keep him going, now. Not just vengeance for himself, but for them. Vengeance for all the children who died too young because of the tyranny of the Ptolemies and of Rome.

Every time a child smiles at him, Bayek is reminded of his son, and of precious Shadya. He is sad, of course, and angry still. And yet, a warmth still blossoms in his chest. One he thought for sure he could never feel again after Khemu was taken from him.

Children are Egypt’s future, he knows. He’ll save Egypt for them.

[goblinflasked]

"Hey, c'mere..." He holds his arms out to her, a bit relaxed from where he sits. It had been some time after the fiasco at the rubble of the apothecary. Caduceus had seen Caleb to bed, only to exit the room after to sit in silence. He spotted Nott eyeing him from the shadows once he sat down. "I know this is hard for both of you, but I know the world has made it so the two of you are together. This group may be temporary, but you two are more than the rest of us." -Caduceus!

Nott had been sitting miserably, drinking from her flask, but slower than she usually would. She just wanted to sleep. But sleep wasn’t going to come. There had been so much today. Her mind was racing. She screwed her cap back onto her flask, and stood up, walking over to him, half obedient, half stumbling. She fell into his massive, fuzzy arms, her head hitting his shoulder a little bit too hard. Tears that she hadn’t let fall since they had arrived immediately soaked his shirt. Tears for Luke, tears for Yeza, tears for Caleb. 

“I’m so scared.”

[starsoared]

  cont. / @absclutezerc

   she nods. ‘ that would be nice, i think. ‘ there are some memories that never quite fade, even after years of being beyond them -- that little cottage in the woods will never leave her, and astrid is consigned to the idea. it’s not desirable in any way, of course, but if it can act as penance for the things she’s done, then -- she would gladly pay any price. astrid stands on shaky legs, taking her coat from the nearby chair and throws it over herself to ward off the chill. 

[tempestvoice-arch]

{ @absclutezerc | from here }

  She doesn’t look at Keyleth when she makes the offering. There’s footsteps carrying her, but her eyes are red and puffy from crying. Jester’s chest aches, and she never felt such a pain than when she had left Nicodranas the first time.

  “I-I was trying, Keyleth! I was really trying and I couldn’t–” A sob chokes her, stopping her sentence as she leans against the Voice of the Tempest. Slowly, she can feel herself come undone. “He’s gone, like Molly! But thi-this time I was there, and I couldn’t even do anything.”

“I know, Jester, I know.” Keyleth pulls the young tiefling into her arms, trying and failing to stifle her own tears as the news sinks in. She wants to let go. To sob and yell and carry on. That can come later, when she’s alone. For now, she should be there for Jester. She needs her.

“It--it’s okay. It’s alright,” she lies, sniffling quietly. It’s not okay. Not really. To either of them. But what else is she going to say? As far as she’s aware, Caduceus is the only person who knows about her relationship, and that’s just because he’s weirdly perceptive and intuitive. “Tell me what happened? Tell me everything.”

[themightyzwei]

[ cont from here with @absclutezerc ]

“I don’t have that talent like you, Caduceus. Speaking with plants...” 

Caleb smiled to the firbolg, but supposed he did have a point. Caleb spoke to his cat all the time, of course, though their understanding was rather different than Caleb attempting to talk to flowers.

“Have you really never felt alone?”