#jacques crescent

[benes-diction]

⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck [[ Let's get THIS party started with a certain dergin and Caius... BECAUSE REASONS OKAY! ]]

It wasn’t the first time Caius had been grabbed like that. 

It certainly wouldn’t be the last.

Disheveled and unkempt, but with a newfound life in his eyes that hadn’t been there the last time Jacques had seen the Garlean, he’d been skulking around the Mist. Perhaps he’d been looking for him, specifically. Or perhaps he’d simply been taking a walk to blow off some steam. At this point, Caius wasn’t even certain. He’d simply... needed to walk. Somewhere. Anywhere. When the crash of waves no longer served to occupy his mind, he’d sought shelter indoors.

What he was certain about, however, was that the sudden grapple caught him off guard. Exhaling a shaky breath, Caius slowly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

“Yeah?” Caius turned his head slightly to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of whoever had grabbed him through the fall of his hair. Someone he’d pissed off, perhaps? There seemed to be an abundance of them these days. “You’ve business with me, then?”

[benes-diction]

✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down [[ And this one is for the beanie Celia because Jac going total Dad mode on her is amusing to me XD ]]

... How long had she been rummaging through the library, scouring medical tomes and reports, seeking any information that might help Jacques?

Celia... truly couldn’t remember. She’d been so engrossed in her task that she hadn’t even heard Jacques’ approach, and his very-sudden presence sent her nearly jumping out of her skin, a small gasp escaping her. Dark circles encompassed her tired eyes; the silly Garlean had forgotten to both eat and sleep since setting out on her little mission.

“I don’t need to sit down,” she protested when Jacques silently directed her towards a nearby chair. “I’m perfectly fine. I can continue, no problem.”