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[everlightblessing]

            “ You’re  doing  better! ”   She  nods,  smile  spreading  big  across  her  features,  “ Seriously,  Grog,  you’ll  be  reading  a  full  book  in  no  time.  Trust  me.  Or  at  least  some  potion  labels,  definitely  the  big  name  on  them. ”  He’s  nowhere  close  to  getting  there,  Pike’s  sure,  but  encouragement  is  a  key  part  of  any  kind  of  learning  process,  especially  reading.  “ Then  you  can,  I  don’t  know...  mix  the  labels,  and  give  Percy  something  that  makes  him  invisible  when  he  thinks  he’s  getting  healed,  maybe?  B-but...  if  you’re  doing  that,  you  have  to  promise  me  to  tell  me  first.  And  don’t  go  after  Vex,  she  might  cut  your  dick  off--  also  don’t  tell   her  that,  don’t  give  her  ideas.  ”        //      @titanknuckles

[roadthrived]

sc.  @titanknuckles

  ‘  you did all that ... stuff?  ‘  yasha’s legitimately interested -- while the mighty nein have done ... some good things, to hear tales of actual heroes was an entirely different story.  ‘  why?  ‘ 

[firebroken-blog]

@titanknuckles (( this ))

Caleb must crane his neck to look up at the goliath in front of him, and as he does, he swallows nervously. “You are a really big guy. You know, my friend Yasha used to be the tallest person I’d met, but now I think you are.” His words are fast but stilted by his accent and uncertainty.

[endurcandsurvive]

' i’m worried about you. ' / to jester !!

therapy / talking about trauma / post trauma starters || accepting

     Everything is alright.  They’re free from the Iron Shepherds, her wounds are almost entirely healed over, and she is fine.  She’s not.  Molly is gone and she doesn’t know how to deal with that information, and there’s already someone new in his place.  A cleric, perfectly content with his duties as a healer ( which should come as a relief, a weight off her shoulders, but instead terrifies her ).  Now that they have someone who is not only capable of but good at healing, it’s only a matter of time before they realize they don’t need her.  Now that she’s broken and left trying to piece herself back together while maintaining a cheerful facade, what use is there for her party ( or anyone ) to keep her around?

     The sound of footsteps approaching bring Jester out of her thoughts.  Her muscles tense automatically and she doesn’t ( can’t ) relax until she realizes it’s just Grog.  Beau had dragged her out two days ago; they’d run into her friend on the street and he’d been staying close by since.  She pulls her sketchbook closer and flips it open to a fresh page.

     “Good morning, Grog! I didn’t expect to see you here now.” It’s early, and to her knowledge Jester is the only member of her party awake. Her attention switches from the drawing to Grog and back again, until… ‘I’m worried about you.’

     He has her undivided attention now.  He’s watching her, and it feels as though maybe if he looks long enough he’ll see right through her.  She’ll just have to try that much harder to be convincing.

     “You don’t need to worry about me. I’m fine, really.” She’s not.

[mychampion]

'What is the best prank you ever played?'

He smiled.  ‘ the one on scanlan, grog. you know that, you were there remember? that time he fell in love with percival. ‘ 

[oceansburned]

          WHILE THEIR FRIENDS slept around them, Vex kept an eye out,  listening for any noise that was out of the ordinary.  Normally she was pretty good at it too,  one of her best talents.  Yet she couldn’t help but notice that the goliath beside her was uncharacteristically quiet.  Again and again,  her attention fell back to him so instead of letting the silence pass, she curled one knee against her chest and turned her head towards him.   “ You seem deep in thought,  Grog.  Is something wrong? ”

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          A moment passes before head lifts from the tome he’s thumbing through, before eyes lock on a man much larger than himself. It’s strange, like a bull in a china shop, but he knows better than to question purveyors of knowledge. 

          “Good afternoon, do you have a card here? You’ll need one if you want to take any of these home with you.”