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lunarwoven : MOLLYMAUK  

  It is obvious, Mollymauk is sure of that- but he can’t quite bring himself to care. The proverbial cat is out of the bag, and the thought brings Molly closer to his friend, shoulder to shoulder as his tail can’t help but wrap just a bit tighter, safer, around Caleb’s back. He’s careful not to let the sharp end prod the wizard too much, minding more how the man walks than anything else.

    The feeling of dread that crawls up his back is unfortunately very familiar, while alien at the same time.

    “Stay with us, Caleb,” the tiefling murmurs, emphasizing the man’s name. His hand snakes around his side, just barely holding onto Caleb’s waist, patting his friend lightly. “Eyes forward, we don’t look back here. Understand me?”

CALEB CAN'T BREATHE. His chest tightens, vision blurs, one hand claws into the opposite arm. His gaze darts to Mollymauk, then away, empty all the while. He shudders at the touch.

He leans into Molly's shoulder, the slightest indication that he's not completely out of it.

They don't look back, but Caleb itches to look over his shoulder, to be sure that Trent isn't there, watching, waiting, prepared to pounce. He gives a full-body shiver.

He's still not quite sure what's going on, but Molly is there, and that's enough to keep him in the moment, at least a little.

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psst i’m gonna be on mobile for a while today just so yall know

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commaless​ : NOTT

THE VOICE of Trent Ikithon is all too grating in her ears - exactly the way she’d have thought he’d sound like: smarmy, creepy, unnerving - and the way he carries himself, the way he evenSPEAKS - it sends chills down her spine; the nonchalance as he speaks to them - speaks TOCaleb - it takes her all of her strength to pretend that she doesn’t want to whip out her crossbow and sink an explosive bolt right into his skull.

But she doesn’t - for the sake of the Nein - for the sake of the WORLD, at this point. Instead, the Nein form a protective circle around him - Caleb stuck squarely in the middle, and Nott following beside. It stays like that, long after they’ve left the premises, even when they arrive at the Shimmer Ward.

Caleb holds her hand tighter. She squeezes back - though she knows how much distress he’s under - but she’s not entirely sure what she can even do to soothe his mind, other than just - be there, just like he has for her so many times.

“Caleb,” she whispers, and she gently lets go of his hand to wrap her arms around him. “It’s okay, Caleb. You’re safe now - you’re here, you’re with me, I -” amber eyes blink for a moment, “Do - do you need me to do anything? A blanket? Food? We’re going to…” be here for a while - but she decides not to say anything else.

HE MERELY holds onto Nott tighter, the two of them settling down on the floor, because Caleb's legs are bound to give out if he stays standing a moment longer. He feels he should probably respond, try and give Nott something to go off of, but he can't seem to speak up.

Scarred arms wrap around Nott, pull her even closer. The revelation hits him again. He knows. He saw.

Is he... crying? His mind goes from emptiness to roaring with speed within seconds. It was safer before, on his own. The only person who would get hurt if Trent found him was... him. He's dragged six more people into this twisted game, and Trent will...

The years of torment and training rest in the back of his mind, and Caleb feels dangerously close to puking. He can't run, can't hide, the rest of them will pay the price. Trent knows these people are important to him, now. He'll hurt them, use them, all to get at him.

" I'm sorry, " he whispers, blinking back tears, barely registering that the words came from his own mouth.

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@lunarwoven​ : MOLLYMAUK

STILLNESS. Caleb thinks he may not even be breathing, his body refusing to cooperate with his mind, and vice versa. Not that his mind is in any state to be taking charge of things — he hardly knows what's going on around them.

All he can see is that damned face, all he can hear is that awful, grating voice. Fear grips him, icy and cold, pushes him deeper into the water, suffocates him.

There's a ringing in his ears, loud and high and horrible. He feels bodies all around him — almost as oppressive as the fear — but they're protective, creating a shield around him. A tail curls around his back, helps guide him along as they walk.

Caleb feels like he's about to fall apart, or perhaps collapse inwards on himself. Bren.

He feels like he may throw up.

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@littlestsapphire : JESTER

HIS FRIENDS ARE SPEAKING, and Caleb hears nothing. There's sound, yes, he can recognize that, but beyond that... he's a bit, er, preoccupied.

Empty gaze travels around the room, not taking in a single thing. He should set up the dome and the alarm, part of him thinks, but the rest of him is trembling so much it feels like the slightest touch will cause him to shatter into a million pieces, never to be whole again.

( He hasn't been whole in a long, long time. )

He doesn't realize he's being spoken to until there's a soft hand on his arm. He looks up at Jester, doesn't take it all in, doesn't make the slightest indication that he's actually hearing her words as her lips move.

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tag drop! now i'm gonna get to those angsty starters uwu

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dabs in time to rework my tags entirely bc they are All Over The Place

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update on the name game - i’m going by virgil now, instead of noah, just to see how it feels!

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“ THERE WILL COME A SOLDIER,                                                WHO CARRIES A MIGHTY SWORD. ”

“ THERE WILL COME A POET,                                                   WHOSE WEAPON IS HER WORD. ”

“ THERE WILL COME A RULER,                                                 WHOSE BROW IS LAID IN THORN. ”

                                   “ O LEI, O LAI, O LORD “

ind. sel. d&d multimuse featuring NPCs of CRITICAL ROLE and ORIGINAL CHARACTERS. adored by virgil.

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ok i can't write three starters like that without vastly reducing the quality so ill do the other two angsty starters tomorrow!

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@commaless : SO THAT EPISODE, HUH.

THERE'S A SOFT RINGING in his ears, high-pitched and monotonous. Cold, bloodied fingers dig into scarred arms, dirty nails scratching and scraping at the skin. Trent's gaze burns itself in the back of Caleb's mind.

He thinks he might be sick.

He doesn't know if he's thinking at all.

Half-formed thoughts flicker through his mind, already gone before he processes them. This is dangerous. What they are doing — what are they doing, right now? He can barely keep track of where they are as the Nein gently guides him along.

He feels a small hand curl around his own, and his gaze drops down to look at the goblin woman who's helping hold him together. Nott helps — she's always helped, she's always...

Caleb doesn't understand why they're still here. Why they're helping him. They finally make it to their lodgings for the night, and before he knows what is going on, they've all gathered in one room instead of splitting into the several different ones, and are beginning to set up for the night.

Part of Caleb knows they're doing it for him, but most of Caleb isn't there to acknowledge it. His grip on Nott's hand tightens ever so slightly, instinctive and void of any true intent.

Especially you, Bren.

Caleb squeezes his eyes shut and tries very hard not to cry.

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hey hey hey here's a starter call for some angsty bullshit after That Happened with trent :> come comfort my boy

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dabs in guess who's comin back to this blog too

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sweats,,, probably gonna redo most of my graphics and blog setup,, and then come back to this stinky bastard.

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is this blog alive? absolutely not. do i still think about caleb widogast Every Fucking Day? absolutely.

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send ◕‿◕ to play with my muse’s hair | accepting

if it were anyone other than jester or nott, caleb wouldn't have allowed it, but by now he's all but admitted to himself that he has a soft spot for the little blue tiefling, and he's rather patient as she firmly musses with his hair. he doesn't have much of a choice in the matter, really.

it's a little distracting -- jester's hands are firmer and more... almost aggressive, in their styling of caleb's hair, but that may just be the fact that caleb isn't used to people touching it. the most he's allowed has been a flower or two.

he's pretty sure she's braiding flowers into it, but he hasn't really bothered to look just yet, attempting to stay focused on his spellbook as he commits essek's latest lessons to memory. " i hope you're having fun back there. "

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send ◕‿◕ to play with my muse’s hair | accepting

caleb's shoulders tense at the feeling of fingers carding through his hair, but he glances back and relaxes at the sight of keyleth. her fingers are deft and nimble as she weaves flowers into his hair -- seemingly out of nowhere, though he supposes she druidcrafted them. " what are you doing? "

well. it's obvious, but still. he's curious as to what her end goal is.