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Flee the fire that devours
‧₊˚✩彡 a gift fic for my dearest friend @probablylilly. Happy birthday bro!! You mean the world to me fr <3
(link to the ao3 version just in case)
The world, as they knew it, would be ending soon. Not too long after that, the Cycle would begin anew. The Cleansing, nearly at its peak, towered over the imaginary horizon. Ellowen, known as the Prophet by many, knew what had to be done. They were stuck in a cycle, destined to fail from the start. Except they weren’t. Not this time. This time, they chose to resist.
Or: a retelling of the scene following the aftermath of the Black Guardian's defeat.
Pairing: Jespar Dal'Varek x Ellowen the Prophet
Word count: Roughly 2k
Warnings: Major spoilers for the ending of Enderal: Forgotten Stories, angst and tragedy, implied/referenced character death
A/N: Ellowen uses she/they pronouns. I tried to use them equally without sacrificing the comprehensibility of the story, but as the writing fog set in, things just...happened. A friend pointed out that I, and I quote: "when it's real life/action related things, you use she/her pronouns, but when it's about their inside world, you tend to switch to they/them pronouns". As a fellow she/they, I refuse to comment on this.
Title is from Pale White Horse by The Oh Hellos. Beta-read by the amazing i'm your man on discord. thank you so much dude you rule <3
It all begins with the dreams.
—Maybe you weren’t looking hard enough, hm?
It was the masked men!
First, you set this horrible fire to your sister’s crib… she screamed and screamed and Mommy heard it.
The dead don’t forget! Do you hear me? The dead don’t forget!—
Of what, you ask?
Many things. They can be haunting to some, beautiful to others.
But that is not important.
—Now would you look at that…our mysterious survivor has awoken.
And it came with these visions?
Quite the sight, isn’t it?
Oh, yeah, I do, and this goal is called ‘surviving’.
How unexpectedly death calls us to him…it is bitter, is it not? Unfair.
Three words: I…don’t…care—
Heed my words.
The connections you forged, your little adventures, ambitions, heroics— in the grand scheme of things, none of it really matters.
…
Now, now.
There is no need to get upset like that.
—Deep down you wanted them dead, didn’t you?
I thought about joining them when all of this is over…and let’s just say, I wouldn’t mind some company.
This is the last stand. They are afraid of us, I can feel it!
Let’s just…see where it takes us.
You just couldn’t handle it anymore.
Will you give yourself to Coarek as he said he would?
You saw an opportunity, and you took it.
You could have made the right choice, but you refused—
It will happen again. And again. And again. And again.
Devour. Strengthen. Cleanse.
They will reap, over and over and over.
It is pointless to resist.
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The outcome has been decided from the very beginning.
People screaming and running away, foolishly trying to save themselves from their inevitable demise. Bodies littering the streets, charred beyond recognition, faces forever stuck in an expression of despair—
Everything hurt.
As they limped through the corridor, Jespar supporting most of their weight, Ellowen told him everything she learned from the Black Guardian.
Everything besides the two options to forestall the Cleansing, as well as her choice.
If the new information surprised him, he did not show it, but she did not miss the way he kept glancing at her with a worried frown. Her ribs kept hurting, a hollow pain that spiked with every step they took. It did not matter. They had to put some distance between her and the still smouldering body of a pretender God.
—You were meant to dissolve, like the rest of mankind.
Yet here you stand, and I tell you the truth.
This was never meant to happen—
They were stuck in a cycle, destined to fail from the start.
Except they weren’t. Not this time.
To Ellowen, the solution was obvious. Better her than thousands of innocent people. Still, it did nothing to calm her wildly beating heart. What would they tell Jespar? They searched for the right words, thinking of a way to soften the blow, but came up empty. How does one even tell their partner they want to sacrifice themselves for the greater good of mankind?
A dry chuckle, bordering on a sob, forced its way out of their throat. They immediately grasped their throbbing side, vision swimming.
“Whoah, hey! No passing out just yet,” Jespar said and shifted his arms around her body. Ellowen sagged against him. “One foot after another– that’s it, you’re doing well, just stay awake.”
His voice washed over her, mixing in with faint sounds of rushing water. The combination helped to soothe her frayed nerves, somehow. The next few minutes passed in a blur, as they focused more on breathing through the pain, rather than the surroundings. They couldn’t remember closing their eyes, but somehow they found themself in one of the open chambers of the Undercity, slumped against a cold stone wall.
“The Black Guardian…” Ellowen said, voice hoarse. Jespar dug through her satchels, hurriedly taking out healing potions and food. He set everything beside him and cupped her face with his left hand.
“Shh, shh, just stay still for a moment, alright? Can’t have you dying on me, now can we?”
Slowly, the pain subsided as the potions did their work. Her vision cleared, breathing coming out less forced, but her chest still ached– ached with the knowledge of what was about to come.
They both stayed silent for a while, pretending as if they hadn’t nearly died just now– Ellowen watched the river pass by and tried to collect their thoughts, while Jespar busied himself with storing away the now empty potion flacons.
Jespar was the first one to break the silence before it got too unbearable. “You wanted to say something. About the Black Guardian.”
Ellowen swallowed. They worked their jaw, still collecting their thoughts. “Yes, he…before he attacked me, he told me of a way to circumvent the Cleansing,” they began softly and forced themselves to look him in the eyes.
“More than one, actually. One, we flee to the Star City and escape death, while the rest of Vyn is wiped out. We do not age– we become immortal, Gods, in our own right.” They wrinkled their nose and scoffed. “This allows us to oversee the creation of a new world, give birth to a new humanity. They will not know pride, they will not know deceit, effectively starving the High Ones and stripping them of their power.”
“A utopia,” he spat out the word. “A senseless fairy tale. And the other one?”
Ellowen looked down, carefully choosing their words.
“Two, we destroy the Beacon and halt the Cleansing. It will drive the High Ones away for a while, giving us the time we need. I know which one I want.”
“Alright,” he said, reaching out to grab their hand and intertwining their fingers. He stared at them for a while, seemingly mulling over something. When he spoke again, his voice was even, but she could feel something else hiding underneath the surface.
“Your decision… is it final?”
“Yes.”
“I still don’t understand this…fleshless thing. I mean, you’re here, right before me, and I can see you. Touch you, hold your hand. Could you really be an…an illusion?”
Ellowen looked at their connected hands. They opened their mouth to respond and—
Jespar hunched over and gasped in pain. Ellowen barely had the time to catch him by the shoulders.
They brushed a couple of strands of hair out of his face, noting the way he seemed to glow from within. Their heart skipped a beat. “Are you alright? What is it?”
“It’s– the Cleansing. Agh, my skull…burns, it burns– like it’s on fire,” he gritted out, holding his head. “You…seem to…Don’t you feel anything?”
“Faintly, it feels…dull, somehow.”
He took a deep breath. “Your…situation– it, it protects you. By the Wise Hermit– it burns, if this is how it feels down here…fate have mercy on those who are on the surface.”
They slowly got to their feet. “I have to go. Before it’s too–”
“No!” his hand shot forward and gripped her leg. “No, The Black Guardian is right, sacrificing yourself would be pointless. Even– even if I somehow manage to escape the explosion from the Beacon.”
Ellowen watched him struggle to get up, torn between helping him and leaving when they still had the chance.
“No, no, no– you can’t.”
“I have to. I have to stop the Cleansing.” Ellowen took a deep breath. “I can’t let all of those people die, I can’t let all of this be for nothing.”
“Then I’m going with you,” he said and stepped forward, raising his chin defiantly. His tone brooked no argument.
“Jespar, I’m not going to let you do that.” They took a step back. “There's…there’s no need for you to die as well.”
“And I’m supposed to let you?” He laughed bitterly. He threw a hand up. ”We have an out, we can both live if we escape to– to the Star City, as bizarre as that sounds.”
Silence settled between them, so heavy it was almost suffocating.
Ellowen watched as his body lit up and he spasmed again. They couldn’t turn back. Not now.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t,” they said, voice soft. On the verge of breaking.
I’m sorry, Jespar.
“You and your fucking idealism, what about all of the things you still want to do? What about Lethonia?”
They balled up their fists, ignoring the sting of pain as her nails bit into the flesh. Looking anywhere but his face. I’m sorry. I have to. “After the High Ones are defeated, you can still travel the–”
“—It doesn’t mean anything without you!”
Once again, silence descended over them, but this time it was tinged with something else. She searched for something, anything, to say– anything that was not a hollow apology or a fake smile.
Jespar gasped softly, realising something. A mask slipped over his face, eyes distant and cold.
—Burning, blazing– their screams echoed through the modest wooden house. Ellowen, young and full of righteous anger, eating away at their insides like acid, just watched. Watched as the flames licked their way up the building, hungrily devouring everything in their way. They deserved it, after all the things they have done to her—
“But this isn’t about saving everyone…is it? You think if you sacrifice yourself, it will finally make up for what you’ve done to them. To your family.”
“Jespar, don’t–”
“Is it not?”
—You wanted them dead, didn’t you? You wanted them dead, didn’t you? You wanted, wished, prayed, desired—
Jespar reached his hand out— to grab them? They did not know anymore. Everything spun. They were sure their breath was coming out of their chest in shallow, erratic bursts. It was too much, too much, crushing guilt and endless sorrow, when will it ever end? —and retracted it, swallowing. He stepped closer. Ellowen automatically took a step back, all of their senses on high alert. Blood pounded in their ears.
They had to do something. Stop this. Fix this.
I’m sorry, Jespar. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m—
“Ell, you have to stop letting this dictate all of your actions, you–”
Her hand moved unnaturally fast, unerringly finding his temple. A brief flash and he stopped dead in his tracks.
Ellowen forced out a weak sigh, which quickly turned into a sob.
Jespar’s gaze became unfocused. Distant.
“Please forgive me,” they whispered, ”for doing this, but this is the only way I can make sure you can get to safety.”
Ellowen swallowed. “And maybe you’re right…maybe I am doing this for selfish reasons, but…it’s the choice that has the potential to save everyone.” They gave him a tired smile. “Ultimately, it doesn’t matter, does it?”
They took a step forward, brushing his fringe to the side with a shaky hand. They touched their foreheads together. A tear slipped down their cheek. “I wish we had more time together.”
Jespar’s face remained blank, eyes glassy.
“Find a Myrad and get to Qyra. The spell should wear off within an hour.”
They kissed his forehead and closed their eyes.
“I know you can beat the High Ones. Kick—” their voice broke, as did her resolve. Tears streamed down her face, unbidden. “Kick their asses extra hard for me, alright?”
“I’m sorry. I love you, you know that? All this is– was worth it. All of it. Travel safely.”
Ellowen turned around, clearing her mind. They hastily wiped their eyes and took one last look back. Out of their sight, a solitary tear slid down Jespar’s cheek.
They made sure their weapons were in their respective places. The Cleansing, nearly at its peak, towered over the imaginary horizon. They had a job to do.
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The last Black Stone shattered and soon after that, their vision went dark. The Prophet, known by many as simply Ellowen, ceased to exist.
The world was safe– for now.
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The entire world mourned, but it did not know why. Something tremendous had happened– something important, that much was certain –and only a selected handful knew the truth of it.
Yet, only a limited amount of time remained until the Cycle began anew.
It all begins with the dreams.
Breathe.
A/N: Special thanks to @min1nova for emotional support, @zaahvi for nudging me in the right direction and phoenix dan cong tea for getting me through this. You're the best!
#ao3#fanfiction#my fanfiction#midnightfangz-writing#enderal forgotten stories#enderal#jespar dal'varek#prophet#jespar x prophet#ellowen#vynblr
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So I played Enderal. It's only now that my hands have reached him. I'm thrilled. And I'm also thrilled with the charismatic adventurer Jespar. Well, it was born.
pairing: Prophet/Jespar Dal`Varek
the full version of the art will not be here
#enderal#enderal forgotten stories#jespar dal'varek#prophet#jespar x prophet#art#my art#digital art#artists on tumblr
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WIP Meme
Was tagged by @essythewolf :3
Tagging @jhara-ivez @iamaweretoad @doublebadger @rcbirdy
Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! This isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? DnD Campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!
Pull my Devil Trigger
Talk dirty to me (awful sax noises)
And if I only could make a deal with God Id get him swap our places
Fuck My lifeeeee
In Jespar voice Waaat
maphisto
Micah X Raihan
you're gonna have a bad time
Let’s see you dance Prophet
and that’s just art. I don’t wanna add my animations and animatics to this list. We’d be here all day lol
#looking at this now I have WAAAAAAY too many wips >.<#thanks for tagging me!#and a lot of these are enderal related >.>#stuff about me#my art stuff#wip meme#wips
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Mock-up cover of one of their albums probably. I’d imagine it would’ve been called Cover Blown. I just really wanted all of them to look like they're not going to the same place/have a different idea of they want the album cover to look like Tharaêl honey I’m sorry about your outfit 🤣
Again, shoutout to @dragons-barb for the band name, I love it and also @essythewolf for the playlist idea 💙💙💙💙💙
The list is long and I apologize in advance for my music taste.
So uh, here’s what songs I’d imagine them covering, in no particular order. I like to think they alternate singers every once in a while:
This Love - Maroon 5 (that’s what inspired the first pic)
Look What You’ve Done - Jet
Plastic Love - Mariya Takeuchi (self indulgement cause it’s my fav song)
One Step Ahead - Amiel (for the Calia x Prophet/ess shippers out there)
Something About Us - Pomplamoose (self indulgement again. all of them are but still. it’s all of my OTPs song. All of them.)
Dan the Man - Beef Hutchins (idc this song is a bop, thank you chris fleming)
Strange Magic - ELO
Don’t Mess With Me - Brody Dalle
Bones - Killers
Maneater - Pomplamoose or Hall and Oates (They’re both good)
Youth - Daughter
The Distance - Cake (always imagined Jespar taking the lead with this one for some reason)
Everything Goes With You - I Know Leopard
Opportunity - Pete Murray
Evie (I’m losing you) - Stevie Wright (Fahlkun centric one lol)
George Constanza - BlueJuice (imagine Tharaêl 😂)
Heather - I Know Leopard (mentioned this one before)
Heyyeyaaeyaaaeyaeyaa - SLACKCiRCUS (don’t tell me they don’t cover this)
Losing My Religion - Boyce Avenue
Fifteen Minutes - Mike Krol
I Need Some Sleep - Eels
All of the Dreamers - PowderFinger
All I Wanted - Daughter (ughhhh Esme angst here)
Everything is Shit Except My Friendship With You - Ball Park Music
You Give Me Something - James Morrison (such a Jespar x Prophet/ess song, aaahhh)
Should I Stay or Should I Go - The Clash (previously mentioned)
Sara - Fleetwood Mac (I always imagine this playing after the Silvercloud incident for some reason)
Aaaand I’ll stop there before I accidentally make an actual spotify playlist. Honestly this could just double up as an Enderal playlist tbh.
#a lot of these are also animatic ideas#or mini comic ideas#enderal#enderal skyrim#band au#jespar dal'varek#calia sakaresh#tharael#esme#enderal oc#oc#fahlkun#not tes#but kinda#pasta draws stuff
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fears
day 21 of fictober
Enderal: Jespar x f!Prophet
Calliope wiped blood from her face. Surrounded by fallen enemies, she finally found a moment to rest. Magic still crackled on her skin, lightning and fire. Traces of arcane fever hid in her blood, too. She needed to visit an alchemist soon and take a cure, before finally losing her mind.
A fear that she carried with her since the day of being reborn.
“Can’t take a stroll in the evening, without being attacked by some dimwit bandits.” Jespar cleaned his short swords with a piece of cloth. His light leathers seemed bloodied and torn at the joints, but his smile remained bright.
Calliope, used to his cockiness by now, rolled her eyes. “Dimwits, which nearly got us killed. How is your shoulder?”
“This?” He pointed to the wound. “It’s nothing. Some wine and good music and it’ll be forgotten.” It bled and Calliope knew the dangers of flesh and skin becoming infected. Always a promise of a painful death.
She put her staff on her back and walked towards him. “Let me take a look at it.”
“If you insist.” Jespar stilled his movements and his gaze lingered somewhere above her shoulder, as if unsure how to react to her closeness. Beneath the blood and dirt she smelled a familiar scent, his pipe-weed.
Calliope carefully opened the damaged fabric. “This needs to be cleaned.”
She took her waterbag and a tore out a piece of her underskirt. Thankfully it seemed to be free of mud and blood. Calliope wet it and began to clean his wound.
It had to hurt. Jespar’s mouth was a thin line and his skin suddenly became pale, even a bit clammy beneath her treatment. He tried to sound casual, though. “Way to ruin a romantic mood.”
“And here I thought that this is your way of courting someone. Killing some foes and earning battle scars to show off later.” Jespar loved to claim that he was nothing but a coward, acting out of self-interest and a passion for gold. During their travels together she found him to be nothing of the sort. Just a bit lost at times and afraid of his own emotions and thoughts.
Calliope put her hand on top of the wound and closed her eyes. She concentrated on the magic flowing through her body and blue light starting to surround her fingers. The ragged edges of the wound closed and she felt the last traces of power leaving her. A long night of sleep seemed the next course of action.
Jespar sighed, obviously relieved and no longer in pain. “I actually have other ideas about … courting, but I won’t quiver in fear, because of some bandits.”
“What are you afraid of then, Jespar?” Calliope stepped away.
He looked at her, grabbed Calliope’s hand, and put it over his heart. “Losing you.”
#fictober#enderal#jespar dal'varek#jespar#calliope#headcanons#ugh can this cold go away now pls#i hate being unable to do anything without feeling utterly drained of energy
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OHMYGOD I am so sorry I am on mobile (so I can't easily see when I get asks) and on the move constantly and I just saw two asks about Jespar x Prophet and I'm so sorry I WILL reply to them but I'm hopping on a flight now aaa God bless you all!!
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@tenwhiteapricots asked me ages ago to write a “It’s all your fault” prompt for Enderal. Here you go <3
Calliope x Jespar (lots of angst)
the timeline might be screwed for dramatic reasons
prompts
Jespar was back.
She’d been awoken by news of his return. Some acolyte coming running to her rooms, waking the Prophet from her sadness and being so very afraid of her. That poor woman, stumbling and words spilling out of her mouth. She should learn to live in the shadows of something far greater than herself.
Calliope took her time then. Washed her face first, followed her morning routine in a trance like state, and tried not to think about him. Which, of course, was nothing more than lying to herself. Lately he’d been in her thoughts every waking minute, more so after his departure and his bitter words. She’d liked being in love and the way her heart fluttered to the rythmn of his voice. Being close to him, spending all her time with such a bright soul.
Jespar.
Calliope cheated death only to fall in love, to rescue a world that treated her like some brutish thing.
A knock on the door and she knew he was standing on the other side of it.
“Come in.”
He looked haggard. Made of shadows and drawn lines with skin as pallid as a moon. Too much to drink, too much of everything.
Jespar wouldn’t met her eyes and rubbed his neck while closing the door behind him. “Calliope, listen to me.”
She pulled her robe tighter around herself, feeling oddly naked in front of him.
“I’m sorry. Really sorry. I shouldn’t have said those things.”
Echoes of them still stuck in her head. Repeating themselves over and over again. The whore, who’d invited her to her bed afterward, to take away the pain and the longing and drown them in silken sheets.
“It’s all your fault, you know.” Calliope’s body betrayed her, trembled when she wanted to appear calm and strong. She took a step backwards and felt the sun on her skin. Her rooms were too small to put much of a distance between them. Even the Prophet couldn’t demand better housing in this temple.
“You dared to make me feel something.” Calliope’s nails dug into the palms of her hands.
“For once in my life, I’ve felt loved, cherished. Beautiful.” She remembered their dance. People laughing about her towering a head above him and her clumsy steps and Jespar had looked at her like the most precious person in the world, his hands a steady warmth on her hips. Their days on the road, their adventures, shared bedrolls and laughing and talking, almost dying side by side.
“No. Jespar.” Calliope pressed her eyes together. Maybe shutting out the light would make him go away. Closing her eyes meant seeing her father, his hand slapping her face, making her head ring, and his words. Oh, his words. Always meant to hurt and destroy and his eyes so cold and filled with anger.
“I’ve never felt like this.” She’d been close with Sirius, yes, but fate had taken him away, before Calliope found the chance to kiss and love him. Such a stupid joke to find someone, who loved her, when the end of everything seemed near.
“Not with anyone. You got to know me and still...” She opened her eyes. “And still you wanted me.” Calliope hated how pitiful her voice sounded and how much she’d depended on him. Probably still did.
“I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry, Calliope. I haven’t been myself. I’ve been afraid and a fool.” Jespar’s hands moved in wild circles, as if he didn’t know what to do with them.
She’d been a fool herself, to even let someone close. It only meant hurt. Her heart was nothing more than broken pieces held together by flesh and blood.
“It’s too early for this. Leave, Jespar.” Calliope’s head started to ache and there was something hollow beneath her breasts. She didn’t cry. Small mercies.
Jespar came closer, reaching out for her hand. “Calliope.”
She felt her legs colliding with her bed. “No, leave. Please.”
“As you wish.” The sadness in his voice almost made her regret her decision.
Almost.
#enderal#jespar dal'varek#calliope#enderal fic#lalalala#headcanons#i need to replay enderal#for reasons#... and i need to write because it actually helps nursing that broken heart
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a dance
Calliope x Jespar
Enderal (sfw)
Calliope hadn't expected the ceremony to include, well, dancing.
Half in terror, half in awe, she watched the couples waltz through the hall of the main building, while musicians played a jig. Heavy robes surprisingly didn't hinder their move and little jumps, nor did heavy armor, and she'd never seen the residents of the Sun Temple in such a joyous mood. The strong wine helped. A lot. Even Tealor smiled once or twice. Or had that been a trick of light? She couldn't tell.
Nervously she crossed her arms in front of her chest and tried her best at looking bored. With a bit of luck, no one would ask her to join them. As the Prophet she'd also own the rights to decline any sort of dancing? Yes? Calliope send a prayer to some dead gods and begged for mercy. Her childhood consisted of work and harsh hands and words, never learning to dance or to move graceful and she'd made a complete fool of herself.
A shock of white hair appeared in her line of sight and not a minute later, blue eyes caught her gaze.
“Do I have to bow now, Prophet?”
Jespar's smile spoke of wine and merriment and his delight of teasing her. He'd perfected giving the impression of not caring about anything or anyone, stumbling through life for money and his own gain, enjoying its pleasures without second thoughts.
“Certainly not.”
“I almost wanted to.” He had the nerve to pout.
Calliope rolled her eyes and accepted the cup of wine, which Jespar offered to her. It tasted of sweet fruits and summer and quickly got to her head and limbs.
He joined her in watching the dancing people, mouth raised in a half-smile.
“And you're not dancing?”
“No.” Calliope sensed the direction, which this talk would take. She'd come to know and read him quite well during the past weeks, whether he noticed it or not.
Jespar asked a servant for a refill and came to stand at her side, arms almost touching. “What's with the few words tonight? Cat got your tongue?”
Calliope pondered, if it'd be wise to tell him the truth. About everything. The situation of their world, the secrets and the lies, the doom awaiting them all. And how she'd watched all those happy people as a child, wishing she could be more like them and not a bastard with golden skin and knife ears. Maybe he already knew.
“More like duty got my tongue.”
Jespar stayed silent for a bit, but briefly touched her hand. “You shouldn't worry that much. You're too pretty for that.”
She groaned. “Don't make me use a fireball on you.”
“Is that a promise? Or a threat?” Calliope felt the magic boil inside her veins.
“Jespar.” Instead of apologizing, he took the cup out of her hand, and grabbed her fingers. Without a single warning, he dragged her right into the middle of the dancing, pulling her close.
“Calliope! Come on, lets dance.”
“No.” She tried to get away with putting a hand against his chest, but Jespar seemed strong enough to counter her movement.
“Yes.”
With a sigh of defeat, she stayed still. “I can't dance.”
But being close to him felt nice for a change. Not that she'd thought much about Jespar, or dreamed about him. Never. And then he took her hands. Calliope felt the heat rushing to her cheeks. Jespar was handsome and charming and her experiences with the opposite gender rather limited. No one had ever touched her willingly, her being spoiled goods, aside from Sirius. The memories of losing him still felt too raw to let them dictate her thoughts.
She pressed her lips together. “I'll make a fool out of both of us.” People already watched their conversation and the way they stood completely still among everyone else.
“I'll take the lead. Just try to not stomp on my feet too much.”
“Don't give me ideas.” Jespard started to move and took the lead and he looked very graceful.
But they were noticeable mismatched.
Calliope towered above Jespar, making her lacking skills even more obvious, while he tried his best to not constantly stare at her breasts, which were almost on the same level as his eyes. His hand on her waist was warm, though, and the smell of pipe weed calmed her nerves. She saw the muscles moving beneath his tunic and the way his eyes lit up with laughter and light.
Calliope hit his feet several times, which soured the mood, and couldn't find her own rhythm. People started to giggle and to point in their direction.
They gave up after a single dance to protect the rest of their dignity.
“That was a bad idea.” Jespar grabbed two cups and tried to hide his flushed cheeks.
“Yes. We're better at standing around and drinking wine.”
“Cheers to that.”
#jespar dal'varek#jespar#calliope#enderal#enderal fic#headcanons#I AM SO BAD WITH TITLES#i am sure that i have at least four fics called something with slow dance#or dance#meh
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