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[vvidogasts]

@ewehorned LIKED for a starter !! 

IT’S   MOMENTS    BEFORE    the whole party decides to settle down after an incredibly long, painful evening. he’s not sure what to offer the tiefling other than apologies and a single hail mary. it’s not much, and a small part of him wishes maybe he would have kept one of those pastries she was always handing out for a moment like this. but this is caleb. 

A   MEOW   BREAKS   THE   SILENCE  and frumpkin wanders into her tent. “since it seems like you do not want to talk to me. . . . . .” his voice offers, “would you at least talk to frumpkin? he is a very good listener you know.” and caleb would know better than anyone else. he can hardly shut up when he’s talking to his cat. 

[cobaltsouled]

it feels almost surreal to be staying in an inn again after so long on a ship. and so close to home too... not that it really feels like home anymore. not that it ever did. 

she can’t really tell if she misses the coast or not, but she figures jester must. especially with her family left behind yet again.  

“ you send a message to your mom? she might wanna know you’re safe. maybe where you are or something. “

beau doesn’t like how complex her feelings are around the relationship between jester and her mother. and, mostly, she’s been burying them all away where none of her thoughts even have room to breathe. 

“ i dunno. seems like the kind of shit a mom might worry about. “

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[bladescurse-blog]

sleep  does  not  come  easily  to  him.  he  lies  awake  in  his  bunk,  staring  at  the  ceiling  above.  fjord  is  unsure  of  how  much  time  has  passed  but  he  knows  theres  not  much  more  he  can  take  of  this.  before  long  he’s  risen  to  his  feet,  making  his  way  through  the  the  squall-eater’s  hull  to  jester’s  room.  he  stands  outside  her  door  but  for  a  minute  as  fjord  rehearses  what  he’s  going  to  say  to  her.  the  words  he’d   left  unsaid  upon  their  return  come  sweeping  back  to  him.  

 she  brushed  shoulders  with  death  today  and  though  she  may  act  tough,  fjord  knows  when  jester  is  hurting.  at  least,  when  it’s  as  obvious  as  it  is  now.  he’d  thought  about  simply  giving  her  some  space  but  his  stomach  lurches,  when  he  thinks  about  how  he’d  left  her  in  that  strange  plane  with  a  dragon  at  her  heels  and  no  way  of  knowing  whether  she’d  make  it  out  alive...  or  at  all.  and  while  these  past  few  weeks  had  become  a  turning  point  for  him.  he  can’t  afford  to  leave  jester  behind.  she  means  too  much  to  him.  they’re  in  this  together.  

knuckles  rap in  quick  succession  against  her  door.  he  clears  his  throat.  always  a  nervous  habit.  “uh...  jester?”  he  calls  out,  loud  enough  for  her  to  hear  him  on  the  other  side  of  the  door  but  still  quiet,  so  as  not  to  rouse  anyone  else  on  the  ship.  “i  know  it’s  late  but  do  you  have  a  moment?  i...  feel  like  maybe  we  should  talk.”  

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[brothaende]

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           caleb is drunk. 

          this is no surprise. he’s not exactly a ... what’s the word? schwergewicht, when it comes to alcohol, and he started drinking pretty early into their little endeavor. somehow, jester had convinced him to go out with her and somehow, he’s wearing one of those shirt she gave him ages ago that is absolutely never something he’d buy for himself. and he’s drunk.

          very. 

          he hasn’t even danced a lot, but he can feel the sweat on his neck, with his hair in a tight ponytail now visible. maybe it’s the anxiety, or that there’s just too many people in this nightclub, but at this point caleb doesn’t really care - he’s with his friends, and he’s laughing, and if he does something stupid he’ll only be embarassed the next morning upon remembering.

          ‘ jester, ‘ he mutters, not exactly reaching out to her but rather losing control of his body weight, shoulder gently knocking into hers. ‘ this was a great idea. ‘ the only reason his drink isn’t spilling over is because it’s in a bottle, not a cup, and if his vision is a little blurry and dizzy it’s not because he needs to go home, no, not at all. he’s a zemnian. zemnian’s don’t go home after a couple of bottles. ‘ wahrlich, ‘ a small hiccup, then: ‘ du bist ein genie. ‘ 

[mythcarved]

               ❛  hmm. ❜  it  comes  with  an  observational  tilt  of  his  head  as  he  takes  in   the  body  of  work  currently  in  progress  before  him.  the  faintest  shadow  of  a  smile  is  painted  across  his   battle-worn  features.  he’s  sure  what  the  tiefling  is  doing  to  the  statuette  of  his  patron  goddess  would  be  considered  blasphemous  by  some  of  the  monks  within  this  very  reserve  but  scanlan  can’t  help  but  regard  it  as  a  stroke  of  genius.  besides,  the  knowing  mistress  has  to  have  a  sense  of  humor  about  her.  she  did,  after  all,   pick  him  as  her  champion  all  those  years  ago.

              ❛  sorry.  ❜  scanlan  says,  this   time  louder  to  make  sure  the  vandal  in  question  knows  that  he’s  caught  her  red  handed.  ❛  i  don’t  mean  to  interrupt  an  artist  at  work  but   if  i  can  offer  just  one  critique  ?  i  don’t  think  it’s  detailed  enough.  a  little  known  fact  about  the  knowing  mistress,  she  has  terrible  eyesight.  i  say  go  bigger  and  bolder  if  you  really  want  her  to  take  notice. ❜

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[cadcly]

ewehorned replied to your post: ( Okay so like… Jester and Caleb? that’s the SHIP...

every time caleb gives her That Look my heart Shatters

( THE LOOKS HE GIVES HER IS SO GOOD... They have such a good dynamic )

[cobaltsouled]

[ patience ] expositor... you're going to miss the best part~ ( evil au because yes. )

the words alone are enough to send a prickle up her spine, but the smile on her lips and the glint in her eye...... beau has faced many disturbing things since becoming an expositor, but nothing has made her skin crawl quite like it. 

still, her expression remains contained, unreadable. eyes steady as she refuses to look away.

“ we’re leaving here together. sorry to disappoint you, but whatever you have planned you’re missing too. “ 

there’s no doubt in her mind that whatever is coming is bad, but she can’t get distracted. she can’t let the present take her mind off stopping her and getting the answers they need. she has long since learned priorities, and the woman before her is currently top of her list. 

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[cobaltsouled]

💃

beau doesn’t seem the kind to know how to dance, but there’s a practiced confidence in her as she steps out with jester. it’s more than just the fluidity of a trained monk; her movements are too precise, too specific. 

it’s been so long... 

the forced lessons as a child were a source of dread, but here with vibrant music and jester’s laughter it feels like something else entirely. 

she twirls her, smiling at the way jester’s dress spins and the way her face lights up. 

anyone else she would’ve turned down, but out here- with her- it drives away the memories of her father’s disapproving gaze and her mother’s harsh words. this is dancing. real dancing. 

and it’s actually fun. 

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