i was in that median state between conscious daydreaming and sleep after i got into bed last night, like one i started but kind of developed on its own as i drifted more towards sleep. it was nice. sometimes, if my mind won’t quiet itself, i make up a scenario to “watch” (i’m sure i’m nowhere near alone in that) and i was like “hm. i want to see a couple of my d&d characters have a conversation” and tldr they are good friends bc they both travel a lot (one via the sea and the other via concert opportunities) and they end up in the same place sometimes.
i imagined them both sitting on a log in the forest, just talking. catching up. two people who left home to find Something More, Something Exciting. And they found it. And they found serendipitous companionship in each other. Never seeking the other out, but always finding them nonetheless.
She feels bad about not missing her family, but sometimes a thought of her brother makes her homesick. With Him, it’s like Brother is still there with her.
He never had much of a family to leave. With Her, he has a sister he never thought of wanting.
The knowledge that she has already and will continue to outlive his entire lifespan hangs heavy in the air every time they part, though they never speak of it. They are, in one regard, the same age, but in another he will take a month in her year. She fears the presence of lines on his face, of the clouding of his eyes, of the thinning of his hair.
They are at an understanding. They both know to live in the moment, even if hers are fundamentally longer than his.
*sprinkling my traits throughout my ocs* this one is the kid in me and all my wonder. this one is my self-worth issues and anger. this one is my absolute desire to be over six feet tall
Warlock: When you think about it, Cleric, all Clerics are just Warlocks that think their religions are different from any cult. In the end our souls still go to our almighty God.
Cleric: No, I’m part of an officially recognized religion. You’re part of a cult that sells your souls.