Zayneth Shadowspite’s look for the wedding of Calanus and Lysonde. While his player must simply say he was there for sake of game restrictions, please feel free to assume you saw and/or spoke to him at the event!
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Zayneth Shadowspite’s look for the wedding of Calanus and Lysonde. While his player must simply say he was there for sake of game restrictions, please feel free to assume you saw and/or spoke to him at the event!
"Can't sleep" - Cal
Dalaran, student dormitory (temporarily requisitioned as troop housing), just past three in the morning.
Zay rolled over in his sleep, arm reaching by habit so ingrained that the motion lived in his sleep to drape over a warm body that wasn’t there. Instead, the crinkle of paper pulled him from his light sleep. He’d rolled over and pressed his face against the letter on his pillow. Not unexpected, since he’d put it there before he fell asleep. A decade of blindness had given him a sense of smell refined enough that he could pick up the unusual dry, musky scent of the hand that had rested on the paper as it wrote in simple lamp-black ink. The words were plenty comfort enough - Vyth was well, whole, at their apartment in Silvermoon - but the faint char and musk was so comforting to Zayneth that he’d set the letter on his pillow to let the scent of his erstwhile roommate lull him to sleep.
They weren’t lovers - not in the sense of romantic devotion. Zayneth and Vy’thanis had a bond that ran deeper than that, affection and brotherhood and comfort that no other could offer. No one else in the world had seen the hell they had shared. And after ten years of sharing a bed because he was too damn poor to afford two, Zay was annoyingly attached to the idea of not sleeping alone. Just the scent of his heart-brother was enough to help him sleep when he’d spent nearly two months a total mess throughout the night.
He plucked the letter from beneath his cheek and set it on the nightstand, feeling a little silly. In the darkness, his hand knocked the only other item there that wasn’t the lamp - though it was still made of metal and glass, and far too precious to let fall. The bottle of scotch wobbled and Zay yelped and dove for it with both hands, catching the precious gift and drawing it in against his chest. The scotch was a Winter Veil gift from Calanus, and he was honor-bound to share the drink with his best friend.
“Cal...” The musician spoke in the darkness as if the bottle had been enchanted as a communication device. “Shit, man... Why do you put up with me? Fuckin’-... you are a Sun-blessed paragon of hotness, scored a gorgeous girl, wealthier than a grand magister, and you still send a lowlife hobo like me an invitation to share a fine bottle of scotch? I’ve been nothin’ but trouble to you. Bail money. Rib setting - one for each of us. Fuck.” The letter crunched as Zay put the bottle down atop it, a miniature shrine to the only two people who’d ever seen to the absolute depths of his bullshit and still talked to him.
Sprawling on his back, Zay let his hands flop listlessly onto his chest. “Tomorrow,” he proclaimed to the night, “tomorrow, I’m gonna go back to Silvermoon and hug my dragon. And convince Cal to kiss me again. Yeah. ‘Cause damn, that was good...” The once-and-future demon hunter let himself drift back to sleep on memories of a scorching hot kiss from his best friend, dreaming of firm lips and a taut body and the scent of leather and knife oil.
Three a.m. thoughts don’t always make the most coherent of stories.
rebelflet
the road to el dorado
Send me a ❣ and I'll gauge my character's attraction to yours at this point in time - for Cal!
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How long has this crush been going? Three years? Cal is pretty much Zay’s ideal man as far as aesthetics and personality - right down to the take-no-shit meddling.
Send me a 💿 and I’ll make a playlist for your muse - Cal
This was supposed to be a playlist FOR Cal, but it ended up being a bromance kind of playlist...
💭 ~ Cal (not sure if I sent this one already)
Zayneth stood in a secluded courtyard off the Royal Exchange, the lush ever-spring greenery wasted on his eyes but a delight to his nose. A small fountain burbled in the middle of the little paradise and he bent to trail his fingers in the cool water. Today was the day to say farewell. He hoped it’d only be for a little while.
I can’t stand this. I already miss him. And his girl. Fuck. How am I going to get any sleep out there on the field? No Vyth. No Cal. Sun above, I hope he can understand why I have to fight this one. Heedless of the water on his fingers, Zay brought his hand up and rubbed that hollow, broken space under his sternum. “It would have been you.” Ah, hell. If I hadn’t been so damned bewitched by that little blonde chit... Dammit, Cal. How am I supposed to say goodbye? How am I supposed to leave?
Because if I fight, you and your lady will be safe.
Zorba the Greek by the Gipsy Kings
Sometimes, Zay will jokingly tell the story of why Cal gave him the nickname “Demon Fingers.” This is the song he played for Cal in a dare to see if he could make the dancer drop from exhaustion. Other Tarts have probably heard him play it in the practice hall from time to time; it’s a favorite in his repertoire.
Ⓐ ~ Cal
Attractiveness:
repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words
Personality:
grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted || egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible
How likely they would have sex with them:
not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex
Level of Friendship:
never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend
First impression of them:
I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them
Current impression of them:
I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool (but also a dork) || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them
How good of a kisser:
worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed