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@bastardvvolf said : “I have no reason to reason with you.” (From my dumb son, to the constable himself. )
« NO—no of course not... » gaze lowered, a light pink flush of embarrassment could be seen through the ghostly white skin of his carved cheekbones. « please forgive my insolence, sir. i—i’ve seen things... i merely wish to understand what simply cannot be explained with laws of physics and science. »
↕ + 6'2"
just… a giant bastard he is
caaldic & elethea 1 / ?
aka. revoking lake’s rights two gifs at a time.
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JACK KNEW OF the werewolf curse on the companions, and he understood, to an extent, what it meant to them. words could only portray to him so much the cost of devouring blood and hearts for the primal power it would apparently grant them, and honestly he had only his imagination to lend towards the transformation itself. at least until a particularly violent run-in while in caal's company. his imagination didn't QUITE do it justice. though the sight and sounds of it were ------- in a word ------ terrifying, jack felt all the more concerned when he finished off the last assailant on his end and turned to find caal nowhere in sight.
sheething DAWNBREAKER and dispelling his bound sword he searched the grounds, picking the path with the most blood and promptly following it. apparently werewolves could also gain some DISTANCE, even encumbered with enemies ( fresh meals they had become ) because it took jack a good five minutes of running and calling out caaldic's name to find him. the clearing where he lay, naked and covered in blood not his own, was unfortunately quite close to a nearby village, and already jack could see torches flickering to live in the distance. ❝ shit ---- caal? caaldic, c'mon, we have to move ----- ❞ if they were lucky they could return later and find his ARMOR, but for the time being jack threw his cloak over his shoulders and lifted him to his feet, hardly mindful of the blood now smearing over his own clothes.
bastardvvolf said: “Stop struggling, I’m trying to help you!”
STARTLED WITH PLAGUED DREAMS, the 𝙡𝙮𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 had woke back into the hostile environment he had been left chained into. the presence was unfamiliar, the scent unknown and yet 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍 felt his instincts kick in as he began to violently struggle against the silver bonds.
the moon had been veiled by the thickness of clouds for days which had prevented his body to regenerate from bruises and cuts, rendering him too weak to break away.
𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍 did stop at the stranger’s request but refused to let his guard go astray. ❝ who are you? ❞ his voice was hoarse from the lack of water and use but it still managed through his dry throat.
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It was the creaking of the bed and the presence of someone sitting next to her that awoke her. With a start her heart raced as she sat up. Fear turned to concern as she saw caaldic’s condition. He looked feverish, sweat covered him as she placed a hand on his bare shoulder. His skin was burning! “Are you okay?”
No, he was not. But he gave her a strained smile. Pushing the furs off her legs, she draped them over the edge as his hand rested on hers. His skin was pale, eyes red and he looked like he was in pain. His words of reinsurance did not settle her doubts. “No, you are not.” Gentle she slid her hand out from under his, rising from the bed as she limped her way to her cabinet. Bottles clicked together as she rifled through potions. Trying to find the right one or to at least make him more comfortable.
Dressed only in her shaft, hair messy and face exposed for only him to see. Not realizing how under dressed she was. Where was it? It was right here? Wait, bucket first. It might be on the table. Abandoning her search for the moment, she moved towards a bucket and moved it towards him if his belly couldn’t hold supper down. Not seeing the potion she wanted when she took a glance at the table. She would just have to give him something as she moved towards the cabinet again.
“Lay down, now is not the time to be stubborn.” She had offered the bed easier that night as any host would. But he insisted he would sleep on the floor. after a moment or two search, she found the weak elixir. “It won’t take good but you need to drink it all.”
She would have to brew it, at least she had the ingredients.
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@bastardvvolf said : ‘ KISSES ’ FOR ELETHEA KISSES MEME / ACCEPTING # generated - 02. a rough kiss .
HE ACTS LIKE HE’S IMMORTAL AND IT’S GOING TO DRIVE HER INSANE, SOMEDAY. a quick once over and a glance at his infuriating smirk is enough to convince her that he’ll live. it earns him, perhaps, another bruise, as her fist collides with his shoulder. “ gods preserve me, caal, you could have-- that was beyond stupid, they almost had-- ” frustration swallows her words, overwhelmed by relief that he was, in fact, in one piece, despite the best efforts of the forsworn now littering the ground. before she knows it her fingers are digging into the leather of his gambeson & crashing their lips together.
she isn’t sure what precisely compelled her. perhaps she wanted to wipe the smug grin off his face with a shock of her own. perhaps she was afraid she wouldn’t have a chance to do it again before he pulled another such brilliant move and successfully manage to kill himself with his idiocy. she isn’t sure, but she’s out of breath by the time she pulls away, thrusting a potion of healing against his chest. “ the next time... you pull something like that it isn’t my lips your mouth is going to be meeting. ” she murmurs, lingering a little too close for a little too long to even convince herself.
@bastardvvolf SENT : 🤝+ 51 ! TOUCH PROMPT ⇢ ACCEPTING !!
OF THE MANY groups jack had come across in his time running from town to town in skyrim, he had to say the COMPANIONS were particularly interesting. insomuch that they were strange to him; a FIRST encounter of their kind. yes he had run across many mercenary groups and more bandits than he could ever count, but none of them seemed quite so . . . familial as the companions did with each other. admittedly it did put him in an odd place of mind, feeling somehow lesser for being among them and out of place having never known such a bond himself.
despite his feelings he stayed among their ranks, rather eagerly though he wouldn't care to admit it. even though he had been sent on a number of missions and errands similar to the ones they had given him, he felt more a sense of purpose to them. of course he'd never say this aloud, as it would sound ridiculous; being the DRAGONBORN and all. at the very least he was glad for the company, one of their own, to be at his side deep under ground in the caverns of yet another tomb.
❝ hey----! ❞ the sudden, harsh whisper was quickly cut off by his own action, one hand darting out to take hold of caal's and stop him in place. with his grip remaining firm and sure that caal was steady, wordlessly the tip of DAWBREAKER was gestured downwards; just in ahead of caal's footfall was a barely visible glyph. one of ICE if jack had to guess, but dust and typical dungeon debris had it largely covered. with a gentle tug he gestured for the wolf to get behind him, head tilting as the magic trap was disarmed with a flick of his wrist. ❝ maybe i should walk ahead. 'm pretty good at spottin' these 'n --- well --- don't want any'f th' COMPANIONS comin' after me if you get hurt in my company. ❞
