#walzergast

[commaless-a]

TO NOT MISPLACE (@walzergast) (x)

“WELL, you know --” Goblin girl begins -- Frumpkin curls up near clawed fingers, and she softens, just a little. She glances up at Caleb, hands reaching out to scritch the kitty’s head.

“-- this feeling,” she begins, smiling nervously, “of -- well -- doing this with you... and the others. It’s a nice feeling -- a good feeling, to -- feel accepted, and -- good enough -- kiinda ?? “

[irresurrection]

@walzergast.

cont.

     Nott shakes her head, her eyes in big yellow crescents from smiling. Caleb smiling back is good, and Caleb wanting to dance is good, even if his lightheartedness is alcohol-induced. She’s never danced anything as formal as a waltz. It doesn’t stop her from grabbing his hand.    “I bet you could teach me!”

[andnotbrave]

@walzergast | sc.

nott has seen caleb reading many times before; it’s part of her routine by now, basically, and it gratifies her a bit, especially if she’s the one that found the book for him. his hard focus on it is kind of creepy but entirely fascinating. it’s different from the way that beau reads books, how she does it begrudgingly but always seems to be satisfied with the information she gets. it’s different then jester even, who seems to be endlessly entertained by them.

it’s not that nott doesn’t like books. they are fine, for the most part, and she’s a good reader, a good retainer of information, very capable. it’s just that with the number of things (shiny things) that can hold her attention, books seem like the less worthy of all of them. she does try, though. out of stubbornness and fear of missing out on the experience (she feels like she’s not in on some really good joke). 

nott is on the far end of the bed, hanging upside down, clutching one of caleb’s books, frowning at it. she looks up at caleb, on the other end, hopes not to be bothering him. ‘ hey, cay. what’s up with these runes? ’

[tolltheundead]

“vorsichtig, be careful, jester.” caleb pulls the paper out of the way of the spilled ink before it can stain all of their work. copying down the runes to some ancient ritual on the wall of a temple is probably not a very good idea.

hence why caleb asked jester to help with it. not that her morality was skewed, but the ritual seemed more in tune with trickery than evil, and he knew jester would be on board.

@walzergast

She’s staring up at the runes, really, she can’t read them. They don’t make any sense to her. Caleb seemed to know though, and that’s what matters. 

She’s quick to move away from him again, not noticing she had gotten so close. 

“Sorry. I was just looking at some of the pictures. They don’t look like anything we’ve seen before, you know? ... Do you know what it’s suppose to do?” 

Her fingers gently trail along the ink on the walls - she hopes it’s ink. She’s really not sure WHAT it is. Maybe its blood, but then it would be flaky, wouldn’t it? 

[irresurrection]

@walzergast.

  Since Cadeucus cleared her head, Nott hasn’t taken so much as a sip of alcohol. Eventually the itch will come back, as surely as it does for magpie-thieving when she passes a storefront. Until then, the world is in such sharp clarity that it hurts.

  Sobriety isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

  But instead of reaching for her flask, Nott reaches for Caleb’s hand. She isn’t looking, gets his dirty coat sleeve by accident. Then finds his just-as-dirty fingers a moment after. Familiar. Comforting.

  There’s one thing going through her head the closer they get to Yeza. She’s tried not to even let herself think it, in case it distracts her. Makes her too scared to be of any use. But she can whisper it to him.

     “What if we’re too late?”

[andnotbrave]

❛ well, i don’t like any of those things, but i like you. ❜

a softer world meme. // @walzergast

nott knows that, fundamentally, she and caleb are different people. knows that they have different thoughts, different desires, have walked different paths, have lived different lives. she just forgets about it sometimes. it’s still surprising, then, when their thought processes don’t align, when they disagree on something, when they don’t like the same things.

it comes as a slight shock to her, every time that these things happen, but she welcomes it. the knowledge that, despite their differences, they still are undeniably tethered to each other, intrinsically connected no matter what, does her well. it warms her heart.

‘ oh, little ol’ me? ’ she blows raspberries but takes his hand, leads him away. ‘ i guess we’re doing all of those things then! ’

[polyphoniie-archived]

for the muse meme i feel like u would be a good molly and a good vex :0 also not cr but veronica sawyer

{ Enable me :))) (Multimuse Game) | Always Accepting | @walzergast }

kjhasdg aahhhhh I’m hella flattered you think I would write those two well!! Especially Molly tbh bc I feel like he’s so much more complex than we were ever able to see/learn and idk if I’d do him justice but WOW I do love Molly and Vex!!!!

ALSO I know nothing about the heathers (I had to look up veronica i’m negl lol) BUT I’m intrigued :D

[circusglass]

hap borth

o!!!! thanks!!! <3