#oc: daena aren

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yeah so anyway i modded my game and made that critical role oc i was talking about. good morning dash lmaoo

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2 RUNNING FINGERS THROUGH HAIR FOR DAENA AND ANY OF HER HUSBANDS🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

pairing: Caleb Widogast/Daena Aren (F!OC); Essek Thelyss/Daena Aren(F!OC)\

warnings: none

a/n: any of them? porque no los dos?

divider by @/saradika

Caleb

Nicodranas, she fears, is the closest she'll ever be to home again. Daena watches from the balcony of the Lavish Chateau as waves lap on the shore. This view used to be something she got every day---somewhere far, far away from here. But she'll take Nicodranas over nothing. Beggars can't be choosers, after all.

It aches, in a way. Knowing she might never get back to her shores; her home. But the Nein have dulled that ache greatly. The yearning, it doesn't afflict her on as many nights. No, she's too focused on the now to think about what was and what will never be. She allows herself this moment of weakness, sips on some liquor from her flask as she listens to the sounds of the night. It makes her skin crawl, how quiet it is.

Drinking herself stupid doesn't sound half bad right now. Not at all.

She hears him before she sees him. Recognizes him by the apprehensive shuffling of his feet. A hard stop and two steps back, like he's scared she'll bite.

With a look over her shoulder, still leaning on the railing, she catches him before he slinks back into the halls of the chateau; surely to continue his antisocial streak with his face buried in a spellbook.

And Daena smiles ever so slightly, trying to wordlessly beckon him to stay because the night is too damn quiet and she can't really stand it anymore.

"Hey stranger." Truth is, Daena hasn't seen much of him in days. Not since the Nein took respite in the chateau, exhausted by their adventures out on the road. "Didn't think I'd get to see your face before we left." She takes another sip from her flask. Looks back out at the sea and holds the silver up to her cheek, feeling the coolness of it melt away with the warmth of her skin.

And Caleb doesn't say anything, not with his words, anyway. Instead, he takes the place right beside Daena, eyes burning into her for a moment too long before he sets his gaze on the sea as well like its what he came here to see all along. But Nicodranas' glistening waters aren't the real sight to behold here. Not for him.

"I have been trying to take advantage of our downtime. It is very rare we get a moment to breathe anymore."

"So what's got you all hermit-y?"

"Oh," Daena can't help but let the corners of her lips twitch into a smile with the way he perks up. All it takes is a question and its like he's a new Caleb entirely. "Well, I managed to get my hands on some rather interesting journals. I have no idea whether they hold any promise or not but there's no harm-"

"I kinda missed you."

"I'm sorry?"

She shrugs, "I don't know. Like, I know you're here and everything but you're so into your shit that we don't... talk at all. And I liked that---I liked talking to you." Daena has no clue where this is all coming from. She can't get it to stop.

"I like talking to you too. Very much." And suddenly those eyes are burning into her all over again. Daena can wants to meet his gaze so badly. She keeps staring at the ocean's waves twinkling in the moonlight. "And I apologize, if you will accept it." For what, she wants to say. There's nothing for him to really be sorry for.

Finally, she wills her neck to turn. Faces him and stares into those ever melancholy eyes of his. Daena reaches up, invades his space and tangles two gentle fingers into his hair, pulling a lock out from the mess he always seems to have it in and what gets her---what really sets off bells in the back of her mind---is that he lets her. Not once does he break her gaze to watch her hand, he never flinches away. Interesting, she thinks.

"You gonna cut your hair?"

"I haven't given it much thought."

"Don't. It looks good like this."

She lets the hair fall away from her grasp. Takes a swig from her flask as she disappears into the chateau, leaving Caleb to stare at the waves, looking for an answer.

Essek:

"I don't think well-adjusted people are like this."

"Have you ever really thought you could describe yourself as well-adjusted?"

She can't lie, he has her there. Daena lays her head in Essek's lap, her voice hoarse, raspier than it normally is. This is their default now, arguing ceaselessly. Has been since Caleb died.

Gray hairs are starting to pepper the dark auburn that was once abundant. She's getting too old for this. Knows, deep down, that Essek has to be sick of it too. But tonight isn't the night for big conversations and solving things once and for all. She's too caught up in the warmth of his lap, in the fear of airing things out once again. How many times do they have to air things out before they realize this---whatever this strange thing is that they have---might not be meant to outlive Caleb?

Daena buries her cheek into his thigh, eyes fluttering shut as he begins to run his fingers through her graying locks.

"I do love you," he says it to no one, like its what she's been accusing him of this entire time; like he needs to reassure himself that its true.

She shifts onto her back, lets his palm rest on her cheek and looks at him with furrowed brows. "Essek, when did that ever really mean anything?"

And that's it. Just like that, the warmth of his skin against hers is gone. He's pushing her up off him and taking long strides across the room. He can't seem get far enough when she says things like that.

Essek opens his mouth to speak. More than once but he can't find the words. He's right. She could never describe herself as well-adjusted.

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8, 9, 10 FOR THE WEIRD ASK MEME HA CHA CHA 💃🕺🏻👯👯‍♀️👯‍♂️🪩

Who listens to Weezer?

Vanessa… her playlist is all death grips and like JPEGMAFIA and then there’s just a weezer song in the mix. she’s not allowed to have the aux because of it.

Who would, in the situation of little to no money would immediately resort to selling their own (or someone else's) kidney?

it’s not even funny how many of my OCs would do this. Six immediately comes to mind; she’s willing to sell her own but if she can’t for whatever reason, she’s out on the prowl for a kidney, baby.

Daena would sell anything if she was genuinely in a dire situation money wise and Xixi’s not above a little black market organ trafficking.

Who would take several bites from a fruit before realizing it's a fake decorative fruit

Juno. She’s not paying attention on the first like two bites and then takes another three to confirm it’s decorative. After that she kinda just. Keeps it. She’s too scared to have anyone find out she got that far into a decorative apple before realizing.

Gaz would never let her live it down if he found out.

Stupid and highly specific oc questions

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she looks so fucking pissed nflauxja

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The irony in the fact that its Daena and Essek that Caleb fell in love with... I could truly go on

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this is so terribly caleb and daena coded

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caleb widogast, i want ur wife so bad

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🥊🍎 for Cory and 🎹❤️ for Daenaaaaa teehee

Cory

- what do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

Corinne. Cory. My baby, my darling weirdo cryptic pregnancy baby. I finally get to talk about her sdjkfh.

She loves, loves, loves rocks? Picking them up and looking at them even though she knows jack shit about geology. Cory once found a rock that was the exact color of her mamma's eyes. Gave it to her dad rather than keeping it but sometimes she wishes she had. Its been so long since she's seen those eyes.

Anyway, yeah, Cory is a rock and trinket lover. I can imagine her showing them off to Lucy---maybe even Coop if its something really special.

As for things she hates to do? Well that list is kind of endless. There's a lot to hate in the wasteland.

She hates scouting ahead of a group. There's always a voice in the back of her head telling her to run back, to protect even though she's doing that from afar. Maybe there's a desperate need for closeness there. I don't know. She's odd. Just don't leave her alone.

- what is the OC's relationship w/their parents like?

An unashamed daddy's girl 100%. She loves her dad more than anything. Spent the most time with him as a kid but there's a real soft spot in her heart for her mom. It kills her that she hasn't seen either of them in so long. Absolutely kills her.

Daena

- do they have any hobbies?

Oh, this is a fun one. At first, I didn't see Daena as one to even have hobbies but everyone has their little thing and she's no exception.

Daena loves a good game. She's had a deck of cards in her bag for years and she's always so excited to bring them out. She finds a lot of comfort in turning her brain off from other things and honing her focus on the game.

She'll turn it into a drinking game 9 times out of 10 if you let her.

- what is one of your OC's best memories?

Her first ever memory of the beach. Her chubby little hands grabbing the sand incessantly, like if she tries hard enough it won't slip through her fingers. Her dad is there, her brothers. The vague, barely there shape of a woman.

A mother?

Yeah she holds onto that one pretty dearly.