#chaosfleur

[bladewarde]

❝ What did you bury in the garden? ❞ She has her suspicions, and some part of her believes she knows what: Secrets. Fear. ❝ Afraid someone will find it? What you don’t want anyone to know...? You think it will just go away? ❞ Laera is relentless in pressing him. It’s a feeling, a tingle at the back of her neck, and yet she could be wrong... However, she can’t imagine someone with powers such as he is willing to confront what he is afraid of most. ( And why would he? ) Avoiding the issue is a commonality they both share, and she hates to admit that.

@chaosfleur​​​​ / 💬

[chaosgone]

 @chaosfleur​   liked   the   starter   call   !

 THROUGHOUT   THE   YEARS,   ARTAGAN   HAD   BEEN     her   only   comfort.   she’d   lived   through   his   stories   from   the   confines   of   her   gilded   cage,   wide   eyed   and   filled   with   hopes   and   dreams.   he   is   no   longer   her   only   companion,   but   he   will   forever   be   her   dearest   friend.   and   maybe   that   is   better,   to   not   rely   on   co-dependency,   to   grow   both   together   and   apart,   but   she   still   needs   him   anyway.   the   others   are   asleep   and   the   hour   is   late,   and   yet   she   cannot   quite   snuff   out   the   budding   anxiety   inside   her   chest.   the   tears   haven’t   come   yet   thankfully,   but   her   hands   are   shaking.   they’ve   been   shaking   a   lot   lately.         ❝     i   want   molly   back,     ❞         a   childish   plea,   yes,   but   genuine   nonetheless.         ❝     i   want   molly   back   and   i   don’t   want   any   of   my   friends   to   die   and   it’s   not   fair.     ❞

[honeycndwildfire-arc]

@chaosfleur​​ sent:      ‘ i can bear ugliness. i find the one thing i cannot live with is death. ’

   Despite his clear concern Jester had maintained her denial, a smile through gritted teeth as she hid her arm — hid where the spell had hit, the skin blistering painfully already — behind her back. She wanted to be tough, to prove that she could handle herself. The last thing she wanted was for him to regret bringing her along with him.   “I’m not going to die, silly. It’s just…”   Jester did a half spin in an attempt to stay out of his view and use a nearby wall to her advantage.

      “It just looks really gross and ugly, I’ll be fine.”

[voiceofduality]

@chaosfleur​: ' You’re lonely too. ' ( for Caleb ! )

The wizard sighs and hugs his legs a little tighter, face buried against his knees. It’s not the sort of vulnerability he likes to show anyone. But who cares, at this point. Not him. Certainly not the Archfey, either.

“You say that like it’s news,” he mumbles under his breath. Lazily, he turns his head to look at the... man. Hearing his voice from the tiny body of a weasel is unnerving. “Do you really need to use that form?”

[widaugast]

SOFT-ISH ANGST  ---  accepting! @chaosfleur​ cast message:  “ let us take care of you . ”

        ❝ I admit, you drive a hard bargain, ❞  Caleb speaks softly, looking sideways at the archfey from near where the presence, familiar from many months of travel with Jester in demeanor if not in form, rests at the edge of his vision.  Words alone would suggest that Caleb needn't consent to Artagan's words, and perhaps he needn't fully, depending on his definition of 'take care.'  Nevertheless, the fact that between he and Jester, Caleb was healed most of the way and n his feet again was something to extend an olive branch over, as well as that he had never doubted Jester herself, only worried at the motives of something so unknowable.

        Caleb Widogast is not a frequent believer in the gods in a religious bent  ---  when presences do make an appearance in his life, it has more often crushed than humbled his heart, as it might many.  Nevertheless, he cannot discount the results of the roundabout interference in their lives, for good, ill, and the in-between.  Quietly, his head turns slightly to the side, blue eyes glancing back towards a head of unnaturally bright red hair, licking Artagan's shoulders in a riot of autumn.  ❝ What...  what prompts you to help?  When you do? ❞

[widaugast]

SOFT-ISH ANGST  ---  accepting! @chaosfleur​ cast message:  “ you could’ve gotten yourself killed! you could’ve— fuck! you scared the shit out of me. ”

        To say the least of it, in the near-chaos of their worries around Vokodo and keeping their memories, the revelation about Artagan had been an additional sea change to add to the Mighty Nein's current worries.  Caleb can still find himself, though Jester's belief does somewhat put them all slightly more at ease, surprised by Artagan's presence  ---  all the more so when they've barely scraped by a near-death experience, and are clinging every night to hoping their memories stay intact the following morning.

        Having an Archfey show up, however much the traps and clues had been alid, suddenly in one's life, will do that to a person.  Curiously, he regards the humanoid  ---  still, surprisingly no longer crimson-weasel-shaped  ---  that pokes into his field of vision, temporarily screwing his eyes tightly shut before opening them to see that the Traveler has indeed made his appearance.  Flat on the ground, looking up, the mass of red-orange hair is impossible to miss.  ❝ You...  I, ah, count me among the frightened as well. ❞  Caleb's words creak out, the sun altogether too bright, and something in his chest heaves with a recollection of pain.  ❝ Where... are you with Jester? ❞

[beaubalt]

@chaosfleur​​ said: " of course i don't hate you. that's the problem. "

THINGS ARE EASIER FOR BEAU WHEN PEOPLE DISLIKE HER.   She does not have to worry about disappointing people who have no care for her.   Nerves pass over her as she plays it all off. Of course that is a problem. Not hating her. A hand brushes over the short hair on the shaved portion of her scalp.       “Yeah-- well... give it a week. You’ll find a reason.”        She gruffs, self deprecating laugh following. 

[bluehealr]

@chaosfleur​​  cast  sending  :  ❛  for so long i’ve tried to shield you from the world.  ❜

❝  𝙸  𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆,  𝙸  𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆.    ❞  small  frame  of  the  tiefling  is  curled  upon  window  seat  ,  violet  hues  focused  on  night  sky  illuminated  by  moons  and  stars.  overhead  ❝  things  are  just  .  .  .  a  little  more  different  than  i  expected  traveler.  ❞  her  attention  now  turns  to  the  familiar  green  cloak  ,  finding  comfort  in  the  presence.  ❝  you  promise  you  won't  leave,  right  ?  ❞  he  is  the  only  constant  she  has  now  ,  so  much  changing  so  quickly.  knees  hugged  to  chest  ,  fingers  fidget  with  fabric  of  her  skirt.  ❝  i'm  really,  really  excited  because  like  ,  i  know  there's  going  to  be  so  many  cool  things  to  do  and  so  much  chaos  to  cause  ,  but  .  .  .  i  think,  i'm  a  little  scared  too,  ya  know?  ❞