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[flameclaimed]

@wovenstones / h-hewwo?? 

          Though he knew much of Lady Cassandra, and much of her trials, it was so much stranger to see her physically before him. No tales could do her justice, no accusations of treachery and usurpation could dissuade him. He knew her, felt her touch against his skin, her whisper creating goose-flesh patches checkering his skin. He knew her. He knew her. He knew her. 

          “Madame,” Head dipped, both hands holding hot cups of tea he had worked to prepare. He prayed they weren’t too bitter. “If you will pardon my intrusion with a cup of tea, I would... like an audience.” 

[a-born-legacy-blog]

' are you doing well, oliver? '

So caught up was he within the words on the page in front of him that he never noticed the door. It was something he would figure to be rude. Especially when it came to family. For him to not even acknowledge the presence, back turned. It was only the voice that broke the trance on him. Made him shift in surprise causing his coat to bunch up in the chair he allowed himself to rest in.His back bent to peer over the shoulders of the chair before the young man quick stood up, dropping the book onto the cushions, and flattening the folds that formed in his coat.“I’m sorry I didn’t hear you come in.” He explained quickly stepping forward with a small bow in his step out of respect. “I’m doing well today, just a bit lost in thought I suppose. Would you like me to take your coat?” He asked clearly trying his best to keep some form of formality.

[mollymocking]

she's just going to, you know, spend a third day in her study without leaving.

@wovenstones

There’s an insistent knock at the door, almost musical in nature, but a bit too hard to be anything but worried. The tiefling on the other side held his breath as he waited for a response, tail lashing anxiously from side to side.

“Cassandra, darling? If you don’t give me some sign that you’re alive in there, I’m afraid I’ll have to barge my way in and resurrect you. Do you think the gods take tarot cards as payment? What about jewelry?”

[mychampion]

☽ = wandering alone at night

Vax hadn’t quite adjusted from the between life he led, often times quietly scampering down the window to the outside of the castle and watching the clouds roll by, the moonlight casting his shadow.  There were other times that he roamed the halls of the de Rolo estate, catching fading conversations and sometimes, even finding Jarrett to speak with him.  It was nice, to catch up.

Tonight was no different, walking with his cloak around him as he watched a new figure emerge from another hall.  The white streak familiar and he tailed her.

‘ you know, the whole estranged sibling thing is my gig. ‘ 

[gcldeye-blog]

@wovenstones contin.

it wasn’t very often that damien went to town himself, unaccompanied by his mentor. however, nathaniel was away for a couple days collecting.. something or another for a magical object he had been working on for a couple months. so, that left damien to go to the market to get food for the house, for himself.

he usually knew most people in the town- he counted himself as an observant person. seeing someone he hadn’t seen before was a little jarring, and crossing paths he decided to say something about it. ( damien was never a good conversationalist. )

he raised an eyebrow but nodded at her comment. that was quite reasonable, maybe a tad boring on her part. ❝ what is your work? ❞

[flameclaimed]

' what are you trying to achieve? i cannot tell whether to trust you or not. '

A meme. Dunno which. But here’s one | Accepting @wovenstones 

          “What am I trying to achieve?” The question is repeated to himself, as though he had never once considered it. As though he never realized the path he had chosen to walk was one subconsciously decided. One he had no knowledge of until this moment. The driving force, what was it? What was it, what could it be? What was it what was it what was it? 

          Mind swims, drowning him in the rapids as it tries to fathom all before him. Her words are strange, she should know to trust him. A dog of the military, trusted with tricks few could perform. What was there to not trust? Why would she have pause? 

          “I am trying to achieve the impossible, I am trying to make it possible. I am trying to change the truth of the world, try to hold reality in my hand and shape it to how it is meant to be. A world where none suffer at my hand, for I cannot bear this life any longer.” 

[mollymocking]

✘

send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse — | Not Accepting | @wovenstones

✘ = hugging them . 

“Ah…?” Mollymauk couldn’t stop his eyes from widening as his relatively new friend’s arms encircled him, drawing him into an unexpected embrace. He hesitated, but only for the barest of moments, before wrapping scarred arms around Cassandra in return. 

“Hey, now, is everything alright? You never struck me as the hugging type.” Not that the tiefling minded in the least; showing physical affection toward friends and family was in his nature. He patted her back gently and his arms tightened in a quick squeeze. Everyone needed a good hug every now and then. Lady De Rolo was apparently no exception.

[mychampion]

' -- vax? are you leaving? '

Shit.

He hadn’t meant for anyone to see him, or even hear him leave the castle.  He hadn’t thought that Cassandra would be actively looking for him, after all the time that he’d spent with her and wandering around the castle it should have been fairly easy to move away and continue on.  But of course, here he was standing on one of the windowsills with the glass panes open out into the night air and the young de Rolo, standing in his doorway.

He hadn’t meant for anyone to see him.

‘ i have to. i can’t let them see me yet. i’m...i’m not ready for her to have her heart broken again. ‘ 

Vax bowed his head, eyes down to the floor and sighed.  It hurt so much to leave what he knew behind, but his matron called him for something else.  Another purpose...without his family.

‘ she’ll see me again. you all will. ‘ 

[flameclaimed]

‘ i know what it’s like. ‘ she nods in his direction, though she is not looking at him. ‘ to feel as though you are doing all you can and yet doing nothing at all. to have a mind not yet your own. ‘

@wovenstones

          Solemnly, he sits, mug steaming in his hand. He does not speak, for he has finished moments prior to her. Caleb spoke of powerlessness, an inability to escape one so crucial to who has become more than what they were. He fears them, the power they possess. He fears he is not safe where he is now, even if it is within the walls of Whitestone. 

          “There are days I… think I hear him whisper. It is his voice I hear, and my name he speaks. Each time, it is like my body is being dragged towards him. I want to rid myself of him. But… I know if he were to die tomorrow, I would still hear his voice.” 

[flameclaimed]

' none of that was your fault. none of it. '

Hero’s Guilt | Accepting @wovenstones 

          “I knew what I was doing, Cassandra. I knew what I was doing and I hated them for what they said--” Voice catches in his throat, there is a meager attempt to swallow the lump that strangled his syllables. “I was embarrassed by them, and loathed them for what I thought they said. I started the fire, I suggested the cart be moved. It’s all my fault that they’re dead. I fucking killed them, and I shut down because I couldn’t handle what I did.” 

[flameclaimed]

' it's okay to stay, you know. '

Affection | Accepting@wovenstones

          “Though I do enjoy my return to diplomacy, it would be best if I am kept a secret. Too many people come in and out of Whitestone, and it is time for me to remove myself from your guest list,” Goodbyes were always his least favorite, aside from the over-the-top outfits he had to squeeze into. Cassandra had been accommodating, so patient with him. His revival in the political house was one he had not anticipated, and Cassandra helped him ease back into it. “Thank you, my Lady, for all you have done for me. I pray our paths cross once more.” 

[flameclaimed]

❛ i can’t sleep either . ❜

Angst | Accepting@wovenstones

          “Harder and harder these days,” Should he stand and bow? Does he nod to her? Formal customs were lost on him, his head dipping for a moment to acknowledge her. “What is it tonight, my Lady? Shall we have our talks, or sit in silence over candlelight?” 

[mollymocking]

' it was just a dream. '

Nightmares | Accepting | @wovenstones

A dream...?

The tiefling blinked his eyes a few times, vision clearing slowly but surely through the fog of unconsciousness. His eyes focused as best they could on the woman beside him. She had clearly been the one who had spoken, but her voice had sounded so far away. He could never remember his dreams well, but he could feel his heart hammering in his chest and the sounds of screams were still echoing in his head, drowning out the sound of his heavy breathing. He could tell that, whatever it was, had been bad and he had probably thrashed about quite a bit.

He felt rather bad for the person who had to deal with it.

He tried to sit up but found that he was barely able to lift his head. “I...what...happened? Where am I?”

[flameclaimed]

❛ i’m tired of being conned and tricked. ❜

Anastasia | Accepting @wovenstones

   There is a moment he pauses, then brings the cup of tea to his lips to sip from it. It gives him time to think, time to ground himself. Caleb understood her, of course, the two were quite alike. They were not strangers, not entirely, not when he knew the story of Vox Machina as well as he. Not when he knew the story of Lady Cassandra so well.

   “Turn what they taught you into a weapon,” The words startle him as he speaks, making him wonder if they were said aloud or in his mind. “Make it so that they regret using you.”

[flameclaimed]

‘i can tell when you are lying.’

probably a meme | accepting ? @wovenstones 

          “Can you?” There’s a chill that runs down his spine, knowing his cover is blown. “And what am I lying about, my lady?”