#scnnenschein

[traavelers]

@scnnenschein​ said: a beat, punctuated by the sound of shallow breath, bridged the moment between impulse and impact — a haphazard, stumbling movement that carries rapunzel to caduceus. arms outstretched, heart borne so readily on her sleeve, she embraces him with abandon.

   The moment doesn’t feel real for two seconds.  Caduceus feels the way Rapunzel wraps her arms around him before he sees her, and it’s a slow descent from the highs of combat before he’s able to hug her back.

Perhaps it was foolish of him to leave like that.  It comes as an afterthought, looking at the chaos that had unfolded all around him.  No explanation comes to him when Rapunzel looks up at him.  With a sigh, he gives her one more tight hug.

“ It’s okay. “

[widaugast]

EVEN THOUGH YOU'RE GONE  ---  ACCEPTING! @scnnenschein​ cast message:  “ all that i’m left with are memories ”

        ❝ Those are...  hard things to live with. ❞  Quietly, Caleb's gaze flicks down to his hands for a moment.  Twisting them together, something in his knuckles cracks, and if he looks up his arms, looks beneath the places where his sleeves now rest, there is plenty of evidence of the prevalence of memory.  It is etched on his skin as well as his mind, his nightmares and even, in some ways, his dreams that still lie half-buried beneath the surface of consciousness when he stirs in the mornings.  Yes, Caleb Widogast knows what it is like to be left with nothing but memories  ---  or at the very least, to feel as much.

        From what little he can guess, remembering Rapunzel's beginnings with the Mighty Nein none too far from Novgurot and Shadycreek Run, the woods deep and dark and her eyes wide but her backbone strong and only ever stronger, Caleb can only imagine what is in the background.  What might cause a young woman to run away, in the middle of the night armed with little, from a supposed home.  Steeling himself with a breath, he looks across at the cleric, catching her downcast green eyes.  ❝ Is there...  I cannot pretend to be anywhere near the best at  ---  ah, getting rid of them, but...  if you would like to speak of them, at least get them off of your back, I can listen. ❞

[widaugast]

5e SKILLS STARTERS --- accepting!         @scnnenschein asked for a slight of hand check.

        Quietly, Caleb hopes that she does not notice  ---  does not notice the desperation, the worry that waits in the shadows at meeting any stranger that he would not wish to seed within such a newfound acquaintance.  Still, they have lost someone so recently that it is...  hard to resist the pull of old habit, pull of curiosity as hands slip over what meager pack the cleric has brought, if for nothing else than to confirm the intial flutter of trust that had sparked in the pit of the wizards' stomach.

        (SLIGHT OF HAND CHECK: 14 + 1 = 15.)

        The pack is against the crook of her leg, and he doesn't think he has disturbed anything as the meager things wrap over in his hands.  Cook's tools.  A sketchbook, charcoal, a half-finished drawing of a lizard.  A few sticks of incense, for the casting of a cleric's spell or two  ---  something he had wondered at since she first had let a glow of healing magic out of her fingers.  A quiet outbreath, whoofed out into the cool night air of the Savalirwood, near the Glory Run Road  ---  fine.

[voiceofduality]

@scnnenschein​​ from ♥

He had been honing his flower crown making skills, but it always seemed like his fingers were more suited for the limited amount of creative work needed to design and produce magic than handicrafts.

“I learned how to make these from a friend. Though I must say I’m not as dexterous as—” when he turns his head towards the girl, there’s already a fully formed flower crown between her hands, and another one in the making; his is barely finished. “As you are.”

[evermxre-a]

@scnnenschein​ said :  "I was a dreamer before you went and let me down."

rapunzel is HURT. understandably so.​ adam had betrayed her in an unspeakable manner, had broken the trust of the sunshine girl who would have done ANYTHING for him. rapunzel had done so much, had taken care of him when he needed someone more than anything. she had patched up his wounds, had made him feel LOVED— and he had went and broken her heart, all due to the reminder from the girl’s aunt that he did not deserve her ; that he was too old for her. too BROKEN, too damaged. a demon, dragging an angel down to hell.

“ i didn’t want to hurt you, rapunzel, ”  adam whispers, and the words come out almost brokenly. a hand reaches for the blonde, only for him to wince when she pulls away as if the extremity were a venomous snake that would sink its fangs into her skin. is that how she sees him, now? he cannot help but to wonder.  “ i am genuinely so sorry... ”  a shaky sigh.  “ but wasn’t it for the best? we both know.... we both know that i am NOT good enough for you, rapunzel... i’m simply NOT. you deserve someone YOUNGER and WHOLE. not a beast. ”