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[themightyzwei]

[ @proelio-procusi​ sent for Caleb from Astrid ]

“ sometimes I wish you waited for me. ”

“Waited for you?” Caleb was genuinely surprised, glancing to Astrid. But only for a moment. He couldn’t hold her gaze for more than a moment. Because he wished he had, too. Even if he knew it wouldn’t have ended well.

“You really would have come with me?” He said it, obviously not believing her.

[themightyzwei]

[ @myownmvse​ sent for Caleb ]

“what the hell happened to you?”

“Don’t presume to know me, bard...”

Caleb wasn’t exactly feeling like he owed her an apology for snapping at her earlier. His darker, more sullen side was letting itself out. And if she were anyone in his immediate group... he might have not been so outwardly rude to her. Maybe she’d go away in a huff, find somewhere else to travel with... But the truth was, she’d gotten to him. Maybe bards just had a way of doing that, making you want to share stories. Even your most secret, most painful. Even ones you swore to yourself you’d never tell. Because then people would ask questions just like this.

He hadn’t actually told her much of anything. He’d kept things vague. But now she could infer that, at a stretch, his parents were dead and, rather more obvious, the guilt he held over that, even if he hadn’t gone into much more detail. But it was far more than he wanted her to know.

[themightyzwei]

[ @myownmvse​ sent for Caleb ]

 ❛   i don’t bite, you know… unless it’s called for.   ❜

“That sounds... barbaric. For a bard.”

Tieflings were rather unpredictable in nature, he found. So biting, well, Caleb supposed one had to do what one had to do... particularly in her line of work. No doubt with how beautiful she was (she rather reminded Caleb of Jester’s mother, but with Jester’s more exuberant nature) Muse the Bard had to fend off many admirers who wanted to do more than just... admire.

[themightyzwei]

[ @fates-looking-glass​ sent for Caleb ]

"Thank Lathander you’re breathing."

“Not-- easily...” Caleb took a pained breath in and then... slower, much slower out. He could feel it happening... his life draining away. He wondered, idly, who Lathander was before his life left him entirely.