Okay so uhhh... visions came upon me and this was the result lol
Based on this absolute atrocity (affectionate... kind of)
[ID: A fourteen panel comic done in grayscale based on a Twitter thread from David Jenkins.
First panel: Neil Gaiman is surrounded by a crowd of fans, a bright spotlight is shining on top of him. One of the fans points a microphone in his direction and says "Mr. Gaiman! How would describe season two using only three words?"
Second panel: A close up shot of Neil, he smiles and says "Uhh... I'd say it's quiet, gentle, and romantic". "Romantic" is written in a flourished cursive font. There are little floating red hearts surrounding him.
Third panel: A shot of the crowd of fans saying "Awww" in unison, there are little hearts floating around. They find it adorable.
Fourth panel: A black screen titled "At David Jenkins' Twitter"
Fith panel: David Jenkins is sitting in table far away from the point of view, at the center of the image, a spotlight is shining on top of him. There is a crowd of fans forming a semi-circle around him, they are squished against one another, stoping at the little fence that is surrounding the table . A fan standing near the front says " I LOVE U... three words to describe season 2?"
Sixth panel: A close up shot of David Jenkins, he is sitting with both elbows proped up on the table, supporting his head with his hands. The harsh light is shining in on him, he looks serious and solemn. His head is tilted down but his eyes are looking directly at the camera, the whites of his eyes make a stark contrast against his shadowed figure. He says " Fucking sweet...".
Seventh panel: The shot is arranged in the same way as in fifth panel. David Jenkins is far away, sitting at his table , the fans are surrouding him in a semi-circle. The fan near the front replies "Give us one more word David"
Eight panel: A huge shock wave tilts the crowd back. All lights are out, except for the spotlight shining in on David Jenkins. David's arms are unnaturally elongated in a spider-like way, fiercely gripping the table with both hands.
Ninth panel: David lauches into the crowd. The point of view remains the same, but now his head is extremely close up the camera. He emphatically says "FUCKING"
Tenth panel: The scene is seen from the side, now we can see that David still remains sitting at his table, but his neck is extended in a long unnatural arch. He is directly looking at the fan from before, his head on top of them. The fan still has the microphone poiting in David's direction. A new spotlight is shining in on both of them. David says, "SWEET"
Eleventh panel: A close up shot of the crowd. The camera lies a little ways below David's head, only the bottom of it is visible. We see that the fan with the microphone is crouched and almost completely tilted back. The fan is looking directly at Jenkins. The crowd continues squished together, watching intently with shocked faces. David continues, saying "YOU"
Thirteenth panel: The shot is arranged in the same way as in the previous panel. David continues, saying "SLUTS". The letters are written in an emboldened font. The crowd is completely shocked, but also weirdly flattered, all of them are blushing.
Fourteenth panel: David Jenkins goes back to sitting at his table, in a movement similar to a metal spring coiling up again after being streched out. He is sitting far away from the camera, at the center of the image. The fans forming a semi-circle around him. They continue blushing, with some assorted murmurs of bafflement as in "oh my god", "dude what" and "why". /END ID]
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Given that all of Molly’s spells are enchantments, has he ever wondered what that’s like on the other end…? Would he ever ask Caleb to try and charm him, just to see how it feels?
As King, would he ask Caleb for it as a distraction, an escape—something to quiet all the warring memories and haunting nightmares; all those messy, complicated feelings that keep bubbling to the surface? A way to just let himself feel for Caleb without getting caught up in too many tangled pasts, without seeing his Magician’s body lying lifeless in that ruined city?
Tealeaf, who only knows enchantments—who was a performer in all his other lives, whose become accustomed to playing a part and wearing a mask when he must, who still struggles with letting himself be vulnerable and bearing his heart. Who always loved fairytales, who still lingers on the warmth and comfort of pretty dreams. “Never trust the truth. The truth is vicious—the truth thinks you owe it something. None of that. I like my bullshit—it’s good, it’s happy, it makes other people happy…”
“Once upon a time, there was a happy family…”
Caleb indulging him at first, trying to make him happy, trying to offer a gentle distraction from all the pain he still carries from life after life.
But stopping once he sees the signs, the all too familiar, faraway look in his eyes. Caleb teaching him the importance of staying grounded, explaining what his own past means to him—why he still holds onto it and never lets himself forget. Learning to forgive himself and move forward; making peace with the boy who was once Bren, while still carrying his home in his heart.
Being there to take Tealeaf’s hand and keep him anchored.
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