#evilsought

[voiceofduality-archived2]

@evilsought: [ possessive ]  your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other. for caleb from molly

The touch is strange. Not unwelcomed, but strange. It almost startles the wizard as it happens. Face goes blank, he inevitably loses track of his read at once, and he just... waits. They'll say something if they need his attention, or remove it soon.

No, they don't speak. They don't remove it, either.

The warmth of Mollymauk's hand becomes more tangible with each passing second. Caleb tries to focus back on his pages, but finds himself unable to. The touch isn't indecent, and not truly invasive (his privacy regarding his personal space is not a choice but honest lack of habit, and a phenomenon apparently incomprehensible for tieflings in particular), but it is there. There. And no matter how hard he tries, he can't shake the thought off. His mind wanders, over and over again over the span of a few minutes, back to the hand resting on his thigh.

Finally, he gives in. Fine.

"What is it?"

[motherednature]

@evilsought​  //  for johanna!

        THE FIRST THING that would greet johanna is a long-suffering drawn out sigh. she recognizes her. of course she does. it’s not often that the earth mother encounters a human with such a mouth on them, especially not in the presence of immortals. the woman draws to her full height in the winter dormant garden of this modest cottage, looking simply like a human with dark hair and hollow features, much put upon by the arrival of a visitor.

          but johanna knows better. because it isn’t winter in this part of the world -- it’s summer.

         ‘ just because i stepped in on a whim to save you from your own idiocy does not mean you can make this a habit. ’ the goddess pulls off her gardening gloves. the whim part of her sentence is only a half-truth, but seraphina isn’t interested in clarifying. ‘ how did you find me? please note that i can see every hormone and nervous system impulse your body releases -- lying will get you nowhere. ’ 

[irresurrection]

@evilsought, for nott.

     caleb finds himself, as he does more and more often these days, hesitating outside her bedroom door. he fiddles with his copper wire, winding it around two fingers and unwinding it again. if he cannot bring himself to knock, he could send a message. and then her... her husband, he need not know of the interruption. 

     that makes caleb’s lurking sound like something other than it is. but it is true that he has avoided yeza brenatto — speaking to him, or even speaking his name.

     because you are a useless piece of shit. she deserves better than you for a friend, and you know it.

     after a while, caleb gives it up. he tucks the wire back into the pocket of his new coat and slinks off in shame to the library. if nothing else, he can make himself useful. force himself to be good for something. anything.

     he intends to return to his studies. ( transmutation magic is the way to break his friend’s curse; he is sure of it. caleb set out on this path for a reason. ) but when he opens the door, who should be there, in the alchemical laboratory attached to the study, but nott the brave.

     caleb stares blankly at her, wavering between holding his planned course and giving in to the need to be near her. he walks past her. pulls a book from the shelf. walks back to her, carrying it.

     “you cannot sleep?”

[voiceofduality-archived2]

@evilsought​: ❝  i know you’re busy and i don’t want to bother you i just—  can i just sit here with you while you work?  ❞ molly to caleb

“Sure.” The wizard doesn’t even lift his gaze, engrossed in his reading as he is. He points vaguely to the chair next to him and reaches for his quill, quickly taking notes in less than ideal calligraphy — he knows it will take him twice as long to understand his own writing when he rereads it later, but his time in the library is limited, and he needs to make the most out of it.

Which he, surprisingly, is doing. He would expect having Mollymauk right next to him would at least pose a bit of a distraction. As Caleb remembers about the tiefling’s presence, he finally turns to look at them, only to find them oddly quiet, deep in thought. If he didn’t know them, he would swear Molly looked... sad. It’s not an emotion he’s seen on them before.

“Is something wrong...?”

[ftwpositiviity]

BURNHOME & EVILSOUGHT.

ANONYMOUS SAID;   @burnhome/@evilsought writes so beautifully! they are so good at capturing the voice of their characters, and they make them playful in such a charming way.

[motherednature]

@evilsought​ said: "momma!" dionysus calls, laying in her garden like a child in a cradle. they throw their hands up and then out with a huff. "i'm bored!" 

         IT IS NOT hard for dionysus to win one of mother nature’s small grins, not even when they are whining as they are. she steps around them, flowers and grass bending to cling at her skirts. ‘ you will not be for long, i’m sure, ’ she purrs, directing some wild chamomile to tickle their cheek and neck. ‘ you always find a way to cause trouble somehow. ’

          she should just let them find their own chaos. they’re old enough now, no longer the tiny cub in her arms. but despite her gaunt features and frigid voice, dionysus can always manage to pierce those things and uncover the bleeding heart within. in other words, they’re spoiled. ‘ i can, however, give you ideas... ’

[voiceofduality-archived2]

💕

That meme where I say nice things about people

@evilsought: Even though I haven’t been very active lately, so far I’ve been enjoying our interactions a lot! They have a solid understanding of their muses and can hear them in their writing. For the ones I’ve written with, Molly is super fun and the right amount of weird you’d expect from them. Their characterization of Caleb is also *chef kiss*, it’s pretty amazing Henri got in character SO quickly. Love them.

[motherednature]

@evilsought​ asked: "do you want to come in ?" angel :)

DUSTY TOYBOX.

        THIS IS NOT her first time in the herald’s rest. it is however, her first time in humanoid form. no one, perhaps save for cole, would’ve noticed the mouse or the butterfly that sequestered itself to the ceiling, watching and listening to the drunken conversations that revealed little bits of information. but the residents of skyhold will certainly notice the woman that is usually only a terrifying shadow at the edge of their vision darken the tavern doorway. banter noticeably quiets. shoulders noticeably tense.

          if only they knew how easily the witch is undone by a certain inquisitor’s pleading. it’s good for you to come out sometimes. they’re not so bad. seraphina can only refuse so many times.

          ‘ we’ll see how long i last. ’ banter picks up again once it’s clear everyone’s heads will remain intact. ‘ or how long they do. ’