#calledworse

[polyphoniie-a]

▰ : embracing them and holding them firmly against your chest // calledworse @ beau //

{ @calledworse decided to break me }

She’d never seen someone brought back from the dead before. This was a whole new level of experiences for Beau. Of course, she knew it was possible; the Cobalt Soul and the Cobalt Reserve had tons of literature--books, scrolls, what have you--on resurrection.

But to see it?

To see it happen to someone she knew? Someone she’d lost? A whole different ballgame.

Her face hurt. Her eyes were wet. Again? Shit. The monk could count on one hand the number of times she’d cried--and they were all within the past fucking week. Saying goodbye to Kiri, seeing Molly laying lifeless on the ground, and now.

The tiefling stood up and brushed himself off like he’d just been sleeping--that fucking asshole. Beau didn’t think, she just reacted, being the first to throw herself at him. Tears stained his stupid colorful coat that was still covered in his own stupid blood while she wrapped her arms around his stupid neck.

“Fuck you, Molly.” Her voice was strained. Cracked with emotion. She only held him tighter, feeling his arms around her body as well. “Fuck you.”

[gunsandcrows]

Cont. from X // @calledworse

Callused fingers slid down Percival’s face, combing along thickening white hairs. A habit he’s formed since allowing his beard to grow out but a habit built on idle movement while he focused.

He listened very intently on the reading, scanning every move, word, and card. While he considered himself a skeptic he couldn’t help himself with such things. What man wouldn’t want to test fate? To scan coincidences and readings to see if they matched up?

In this case, however, it was almost too eerily close. Or perhaps it was just him reading too much into it. That was the ploy after all wasn’t it? Still, it was interesting this was his reading. He could spend a long time matching all of it up from his trouble with indifferent Gods, to his current domestic life, all the way to his end. No doubt a punishment waited for him on the other side.

But all that deep thinking was expertly hidden beneath an older more content face. A chuckle bellowed from the older man in response. “You’re too kind. I think I’m luckier to have my wife than she is to have an old man like me.” He smiles clasping his hands together. “Thank you for your time and reading.” He takes another moment to pay the cost and lay the funds on the table before he straightens his back and gets to his feet. “From the de Rolo family, I hope you enjoy your stay in Whitestone.”

[firebroken-blog]

‘ you’re always welcome here. ’ ((calledworse))

(( this )) - now closed. @calledworse

Words are so light and easy when they roll across Mollymauk’s tongue. Sometimes too much so, like when his mind is already occupied with combat tactics, or when– well, Caleb isn’t quite sure about the other common denominator in Mollymauk’s blips. As far as he remembers ( and he remembers far and wide ), it has happened in social settings that, on other occasions, shouldn’t, and haven’t, faze him in the slightest. Like when he noticed the book holster. It’s odd.

Regardless of what triggers them, in these moments of excessive lightness, the words tumble across his lips so quickly they cannot be controlled. It is the complete opposite picture to the one he makes now: the charming, polar opposite balancing out the horrible missteps.

Because right now there is an easy smile on his lips, a crinkle to his eyes, and an air of confidence Caleb wonders if he had, once. It unsettles him.

Still nervous, he finally gives in and claims the chair next to Mollymauk. The ale inside his glass sloshes against the sides upon impact. “Thank you,” he mutters, then clears his throat to make sure Mollymauk can hear him. “Thank you, but I am still going to ask every time. Just in case you want to be alone.”

[firefcrged]

46. …out of envy or jealousy. ((calledworse))

Kiss Meme || Accepting 

            @calledworse

                                         It was something Caleb should be used                                                     to by now. Something Molly always did for business.                                                    Just a little flirting to sway someone who maybe on the                                                    edge about his work. Though for some reason today the                                                     wizard found himself seething As Mollymauk rested his                                                    arm around the shoulder of a bartender. Her giggling                                                    laughter grating on his nerves as she hinted at things                                                    that were much more than just a reading. 

                     He wasn’t sure what came over him.                                    Though next thing Caleb knew he                                    was on his feet, nearly stomping                                    over to the lavender tiefling and                                    grabbing him by the shirt. Glaring at                                   the female while he pushed his lips                                    against the other’s in a short kiss. Then                                   without a word he went up stairs. His cat                                   following quickly at his heels.

[valarandir-blog]

@calledworse has come to meditate!

The tavern is a warm haven from the cold drizzle and faint rumbles of thunder outside. She had only just managed to find shelter within the town as the torrential downpour began. Not drenched but certainly not bone-dry, the Genasi settles herself in a quiet part of the tavern to survey the others who had come in seeking refuge from the rain. Despite the unpleasant sensation of wet clothing she did have a bit of an advantage to the rest.

Her elemental lineage left her with a perpetual breeze that surrounds her, and unlike many who are soaked to the bone and huddled around the roaring fire in the hearth-- she’ll dry within the hour. Running a hand through snowy white hair eventually her gaze settles upon a tiefling-- one dressed to the nines it seemed with brilliant doodads and baubles decorating his person. Certainly the type that Laika would be interested in, if only to hear his story. Ordering tea from the barmaid who had made her way to her through the throng of people, she pondered a bit on whether it’d be a smart idea.

She and tieflings have had interesting pasts-- one friend having nearly killed her on multiple occasions due to improper use of fireball spells. But such past events didn’t cause distrust-- after all in the end the tiefling had killed herself and left Laika and the rest of the group to retrieve her soul from the Raven Queen-- bargaining with a god. She shuddered even now at the memory. No, she did not distrust tieflings, but she treated them with healthy amounts of respect considering on many occasions Valan had simply incinerated enemies that dared lay a hand on her.

Taking a sip from her cup, she holds it in her mechanical hand finally approaching the decorated man with a warm smile on her face. Based on the cards he had laid out on the table-- perhaps he was playing some sort of game? “Not often I see someone as decorated as you in places like these.” she pauses momentarily, offering her organic hand to the other. “My name’s Laika and I do have to ask if only to satiate my own curiosity, what are you up to here?” 

She gives the cards a pointed look, genuinely curious to see what was going on.