#feyspires

[withpromise-a]

quiet  moments  /  partner

her  trusted  companion  &  best  friend.  as  solid  &  reliable  as  the  earth  itself.

@feyspires

[zcldrizes-a]

oh is it loving artie hours? TRICK QUESTION. IT'S ALWAYS LOVING ARTIE HOURS. hello i'm love you. i can't wait to create angst and chaos with our bb's <3

can we call this artie loving on bambi hours because sign me up all night long in the most vulgar of ways - and let it be known you have had my whole damn heart since 2008, and you make life so much easier knowing i have someone who can see the best in me even in my ugliest moments ( but who will also call me out when i need to hear it, because that’s what the best kind of friends do ). hello i’m love you.

[widaugast]

        HAPPY BIRTHDAY TODAY, IN AUSTRALIA TIME, TO THE EVER-WONDERFUL BAMBI, @feyspires!  It has been over a year since we have been friends, and I can say that I am so, so lucky to have been such with you all this time  ---  from our first writings as Caleb and Jester, Vax'ildan and Keyleth, and now to those and so much more.  Making our private characters and writing together, however we do and however informally or formally, whether screaming or in paragraphs of your prose and stunning characterization, is a true joy, and talking to you when I can is a pleasure I appreciate so much as your friend.

        It was only a matter of time before we fell into playing games together, and I am so glad that we have, and that we've somehow fallen into this pattern of "tabletop married" that we are now:  Mx., know that you've already (platonically or romantically) already stolen all of my characters' hearts, and I'm so thankful and happy to call you a friend.

        Wishing you the best of days today, and every day!  (Now if you see this, go wish them a happy birthday, too.)

[widaugast]

    @feyspires  ---  plotted starter for jester!

        To say that Caleb was uncomfortable would have been an understatement.  A rather large one, in fact.  He has been trained in all of this, once upon a time, trained in deception and intimidation and a silver tongue, but it is one thing to use those skills as one man alone, one man as part of a group at the behest and benefit of his friends  ---  it is another to do that, consciously, as one of a pair.  It has been many years, he is probably out of practice  ---  but the quiet infiltration of a Zadashian nobleman's home, where an artifact lay that they hoped would bring further keys to their cluing in about the Beacons without disturbing a worse-for-wear now Pumat Sol with yet another proposition or weeks-long commission, they had decided, was worth the risk.

        Here, far from Rexxentrum and the circumstances that had led to their friend fighting alongside them, that had apparently freed Yasha from the Angel of Irons, from Obann and the puddle he had become with many, many hours of fighting, Caleb can at the very least breathe a little easier.  There had been too many ghosts in the Empire's capital city, dead and very much alive, and he feels one at his ear now, captured in his mind's eye.  A young man with shorter auburn hair, his own, kept to a bit longer than military length and a deceptive tongue, and the young woman on his arm, the pair of them barely out of being nothing more  (and simultaneously so much more)  than teenagers, blond hair shining in candlelight as she laughed, as her hand rested on his elbow while they both knew she was the real magic muscle and could flip him backwards, or illusorily make evryone in the room terrified, with a simple gesture.

        The sounds of preparation for those times had always been quiet, formal.  Now Caleb can hear chatter from Nott, a push from Beauregard, and the soft chime of jewelry  ---  something delicate, by the sound of it, rustling like glass windchimes and there's still a bit of glass from the Chantry in his bag and maybe he should focus on that, figure that out more but Jester, chosen infiltrator and co-conspirator for the evening, is descending the stairs of the inn and for a moment Caleb just...  blinks.  Suddenly, his own outfit  ---  a rustle-up of a few tailors had produced a deep red shirt, a brown leather vest, and the surprisingly soft folds of a side-fastened burgundy cloak, the clasp in the shape of grown wood around a piece of dark amber  ---  seems remarkably understated.  That, and his mouth goes dry.  Schiesse.

        ❝ Can you, ah  ---  promise me you will not go by Fancypants tonight, Miss Lavorre? ❞  Maybe he's teasing, maybe he is not, but the words tumble out before he can stop them and it is, after all, their last chance to use each other's true names before they step out, make the quick walk to the nobleman's house.

[atlasburdeneda]

@feyspires​ said : you can’t get rid of me that easy. — fjord for veth. 👀

there’s a teasing lilt to fjord’s voice that is supposed to lower her defenses & she hates that it works . she’s about to roll her eyes & scoff , but the memory of his body laid out on the deck of the balleater flashes , unbidden through her mind stops her . she doesn’t think it’ll ever leave her , for the rest of her days ... certainly not until they get to rumblecusp when whatever travellercon brings will surely be traumatizing ( jester’s god / archfey / bestie is batshit crazy & there’s no doubt in her mind that whatever he has planned will be just as batshit as he is ) . she means it , when she says that she loves them . she loves them all . fjord included ( even the lovingly antagonistic relationship they have ) . it would be a lie to say that she wasn’t affected . unable to do anything to help , stuck below deck & fighting off fishmen while he was brutalized a few feet away . it hadn’t just been the sight of him , either , it had been caduceus’ anger & beau’s anguish & caleb’s harsh intensity & jester’s heartbreak & yasha’s rage & her own sorrow all mixed together as they each fought their way to the deck of the ship , helpless . she knows he’s trying to reassure her & she tries to school the worry that must have crossed her face . she reaches up , her small fingers barely reaching the side of his hand & grips it reassuringly but only briefly before she does roll her eyes & pull away . affection is not her forte & she’s pretty sure it’s not his either .   ❝   my 4 year old could ‘ get rid ‘ of you if he really tried ... captain .   ❞   she says , a small smile on her lips , before she makes her way back to the gun deck . 

[archived-hellesfeuer]

@feyspires​​    —    WINTER’S  CREST  /  BARREN  EVE  STARTERS 

THE   SNOWS   SEEM   SOFTER,   THE   STREETS   BRIGHTER   AND   CALMER      —      HAPPIER   SOMEHOW,   IN   SPITE   OF   THE   CHILL.         long   indeed   since   caleb   has   celebrated   barren   eve.      a   time   of   mourning,   technically,   but   the   candles   lit   all   about,   the   gifts   passed   back   and   forth,   lend   an   air   of   frivolity   and   joy   uncommon   at   times   of   sadness   and   death.            “      i,   ah   .   .   .      well,   i’m   not   sure   if   they   are   good,   but   .   .   .      ”            other   words   fall   short,   so   he   simply   passes   the   neatly   wrapped      —      paid   extra   coin   for   the   ribbon   and   clean   paper   ‘round   the   box   of   sweet   cakes      —      parcel   to   jester’s   lap.            “      i   know   you   are   missing   your   mother,   and   i   know   our   spending   the   holiday   in   a   tavern   is   hardly   ideal,   but   .   .   .      ”            a   moment   of   pause      —      a   quiet   softening   of   face   and   voice   and   gaze.            “      but   i   am   glad   you   are   here   with   us.      ”            with   me.   

[atlasburdeneda]

@feyspires​​ said : can we be alone for a bit? — keyleth for pike ♡

pike watches her friends laugh from the corner of the booth they’re all in , a warmth in her chest she is bereft of when they’re away ( some of that warmth is definitely the ale , mostly it’s them ) , sandwiched between grog & keyleth . it’s not fair to have favorites but this is quite possibly her favorite place to be . it’s not too far into the night that keyleth tugs on her pinky and makes the request quietly in her ear , the smile it brings to her lips instantaneous .   ❝   of course , kiki .    ❞   she nods before she hops out of her chair & she’s grateful for the story that vex & vax are in the middle of to allura & gilmore as they make their way to the door of the tavern . as stealthy as she isn’t - at all it’s the distraction they need . she breathes deep as the cold whitestone air hits her ,  the blush she knows is on her cheeks disappearing as it does . she’s suddenly nervous once they’re alone , shy in a way she knows she doesn’t have to be around keyleth but still feels like a raw nerve as soon as they’re together . she catches keyleth’s eye as they make their way into the whitestone street & it’s all the courage she need as she holds her hand out .   ❝   walk with me ?   ❞   

[widaugast]

        I'm going to do some writing  ---  and maybe toss out a plotting call?  ---  between finals work today, but this is an announcement that (to probably no one's surprise) my main Jester is  @feyspires!  Though I will write with other portrayals occasionally, what mains means here is that you'll see Bambi's Jester as the one I write with most often, have plotted deeply with, and ship with as well (though this blog is multiship).