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dwarfsized · 2 months

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writing patterns tag game!

tagged by the beautiful and talented @aevallare thank youuuuu (when i wrote this the first time I wrote "talenterd" and i thought about leaving it but instead i did this)

Rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

I dont have ten posted fics but I'll do it for the ones i DO have posted and then. a bonus. for an unposted kira/astarion wip, at the end. :)

eldath's mercy (bg3, f!tav/astarion, AU)

In the end, Astarion escapes Cazador almost entirely by accident.

2. true colors shine in darkness and in secrecy (bg3, f!tav/astarion)

There is a moment between consciousness returning and opening her eyes, body limp in the sand on the beach, where everything that happened to Kira on the Nautiloid feels like a bad dream.

3. that's the kind of love i've been dreaming of (bg3, f!tav/astarion)

Lady Floris bloody Eomane, in her awful peach frock with her gaudy peridot earrings, has spotted Astarion by the veranda and is walking over.

4. Fighting the Hurricane (Critical Role, widowjest, AU)

Caleb Widowgast, upon writing to join the Menagerie Coast Defense Corps, has very little evidence to prove his credentials. Everything that might have shown he was once Bren Ermendrud in any official capacity has either literally burned, or is so deeply lost to Trent Ikithon’s machinations that it might as well have gone up in flames.

5. and when you go, take this heart (the arcana, f!apprentice/asra)

Asra hasn’t been teasing her too long, he doesn’t think, but judging by how desperately Kira is holding on to him he’s butting right up against the limits of her patience.

6. ain't it warming you (the world goin' up in flames) (Critical Role, widowjest)

Caleb doesn’t hide his arms the way he used to. He stopped wearing the wraps a while ago, of course, but he’s got his shirtsleeves pushed up, letting Jester really see his forearms.

7. Liebe ist Fürsorge (Critical Role, widowjest)

“I don’t know about this, blueberry.”

“It will be fun, trust me,” Jester says, waving the brush around.

BONUS:

8. ephemera (bg3, f!tav/astarion, AU)

Astarion assumes that he is imagining the tiefling when he sees her appear in the corner of the study. He’s doing his utmost, half-delirious with pain, to stay silent beneath his Master's attentions. He can’t recall producing visions of women with bleeding throats and furious gazes whilst being tortured before, but as he looks up at her, bleary-eyed, he thinks that surely there is a first time for everything.

THE PATTERN:

Well, I basically never start with dialogue. Literally the only story that starts with that is Liebe ist Fürsorge, and that is (checks notes) 5 years old. I set a scene first, i guess, i do not drop you in the middle of Something Already Happening? is that anything. (it is nothing, things are happening i just want everyone to be quiet at first)

And boy, i do love to include the POV character's name or nickname in the first line almost every single time huh. Besides that hhhhh i dont know i just work here

this was fun!! i will tag @simon-says-nothing and anyone else who wants to participate i am drawing a huuuuuge blank

#tag game #leetlewrites #will that be the writing tag now. sure yeah i guess. keep things organized. hurg. housekeeping.#thank you alex my love #also as an aside dont read the arcana fic just because kira is there she is not. fully realized. she is Different. she is at her best in bg

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somestreptomyces · 2 years

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I deleted this scene from the latest chapter of In the Dark, but I did enjoy writing out Essek’s thoughts on Consecution, so I'm posting it here.

"I'd like to propose an exchange," he said, slipping off his cloak as they went. Caleb paused in shrugging out of his own coat to raise an eyebrow in his direction.

"What sort of exchange?"

Essek shook off his coat as well, comfortable enough in just his long shirt this close to the fire. He dropped into a chair and waited for Caleb to settle beside him before crossing his legs and leaning in to explain.

"A secret for a secret."

"If you would know me," he added when Caleb seemed about to protest. His smile was small and wary, but he settled in the next chair. Nervously, Essek smoothed the wrinkled hem of his shirt across his thighs and folded his hands atop them.

"Ah…there is something I have lied to you about, back in Rosohna when we were still new acquaintances."

Caleb's eyebrows raised at the declaration, but he simply nodded, encouraging Essek to go on. Essek slowly squeezed his hands together in an attempt not to fidget. He cleared his throat before starting, "As much as being Consecuted achieves a certain social standing within the Dynasty it is, at the same time, very much a religious appointment that comes with many obligations.

"One that is deemed worthy of Consecution has demonstrated the ability to…be and achieve more than one might in a single lifetime, one that could become a perfect soul over the course of many."

Caleb was watching him intently now, leaning subtly towards him and soaking up the information. Essek's smile was small and rueful. "Of course this perfection is achieved through near mandatory attendance of a myriad of religious ceremonies and days of prayer in the sunlight."

Humor crinkled Caleb's eyes. "Something I'm sure you were thrilled at the prospect of."

"I've never been particularly pious," he agreed, running a finger over the bed of his thumbnail, "and I had my theories, about the…consequences of Consecution."

Caleb sat up a little straighter at that, curiosity bright in his eyes, but he held his tongue and waited for Essek to continue.

"The act of being Consecuted ties ones soul inextricably to the Luxon, and whether it is a cognizant being with self preservation, or tool created to be used by another, I could not imagine it as an entity that would bind itself to the souls of mortals without severely limiting their access to its power."

"That is fascinating," Caleb murmured, running his thumb across his chin in deep thought, "I would love to hear more about that."

He looked up and caught Essek's eye, expression immediately turning sheepish. "Ah- at another time, of course."

Essek offered him a small smile and reassurance in return, "Of course."

His hands clenched in his lap again. These theories, of course, were pure heresy. To spurn the Luxon's greatest gift to hold on to power? He may as well have openly declared war on his mother, their den and the entire Dynasty. Only Caleb Widowgast would listen with rapt attention and curiosity as he detailed his most heretical theories. That was a heady promise for another day, but the prospect bolstered him to continue.

"It is a great honor," he said, unable to hide the wrinkle of disgust in his nose as he spoke, reciting the words from bitter memory, "for a drow to be offered Consecution so early in his second century. Even if he is the blood child of an Umavi."

Here he paused for a moment, biting his tongue. There were many bitter things he could say on the matter, but Caleb was patiently waiting with curiosity and compassion on his face, so Essek let his bitterness lie and continue, "So you can imagine her fury when the child she had been boasting as having been offered this honor consummately refused it."

It was by no means the only thing that had fractured his relationship with his mother, but in many ways the sniping cruelties that resulted from that argument had been the final wedge between them. It was not long after Essek was promoted to Shadowhand and moved to his own estate, the rift between them only widened and solidified by the distance.

"I had spent enough of my life in a farce of piety to appease my mother. She 'performed the ceremony herself' as she told anyone who asked, and instructed me to say the same. As I said, it had its merits as social currency. It had become such a rote habit by the time I met all of you I did not even consider honesty."

Caleb was silent for a long moment, and Essek continued making a diligent study of his cuticles. All things considered, it was not much of a secret in comparison with the things he and Caleb had shared, but it was a bitter one he had kept at someone else's behest for a very long time.

Caleb's voice broke the silence. "You are not consecuted."

It was a statement, not a question, tinged with something he couldn't quite name.

"I am not consecuted," he repeated. "This will be my one and only life."

The quiet lingered another moment before Caleb's voice returned, and Essek could hear the smile in it this time.

"Just like the rest of us."

When Essek looked up to him there was something warm and sad lingering in Caleb’s eyes, but he was indeed turning a small smile in Essek’s direction.

#caleb widogast #essek thelyss #shadowgast #cr fanfic #some fic #deleted scenes #In the Dark With No Stars to Guide

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treecove · 1 year

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we found a man trying to teleport out of barovia with an unfinished spell and

dm: he looks like caleb widowgast ig (shares pic)

me and isaac: is he SINGLE-

#dnd bloggin #cos bloggin

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hiddenwashington · 1 year

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@ofxscavengcrs said : Was that [TOM MISON]? Oh no no, that was just [CALEB WIDOWGAST], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [CRITICAL ROLE]. They are [THIRTY-SIX] years old, use [HE/HIM], and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

accepted! welcome to washington d.c. caleb widogast [tom mison]! please send in your account within 24 hours! please be sure to take a look at the checklist now that you've arrived! we look forward to seeing you around the city!

Was that [ADAM DRIVER]? Oh no no, that was just [SEVERUS SNAPE], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [HARRY POTTER]. They are [THIRTY-THREE] years old, use [HE/HIM], and [ARE NOT] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long. **((Hey it's me! May I also please reserve Haymitch Abernathy from Hunger Games <3?))

accepted! welcome to washington d.c. severus snape [adam driver]! please send in your account within 24 hours! please be sure to take a look at the checklist now that you've arrived! we look forward to seeing you around the city!

**haymitch abernathy is now reserved for cici until 4/1 at 6:21 am est!

#harry potter rp #hp rp #critical role rp #critical role rpg #multifandom rp #ofxscavengcrs #accepted #reserves #admin ollie

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keybladeselkie · 2 months

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Getting back into drawing even though yes Ai artists is about. But they can’t scare those who have worked their hearts out into their hobbies and dreams. Keep fighting with your voice loud and proud enough to scare off those who wish to crush or steal your dreams. I believe in you guys.

A simple drawing but this character of mine holds a lot of love even if he looks like Rogue from the X-men which there’s a story to that.

A long time ago I was in a group that played a critical role inspired campaign and I brought to the table a Dhampir shadow sorcerer/great old one warlock. His name is Quincy Lebeau.

He is inspired by Rogue mainly because I discovered that dhampirs can feed in different ways aside from flesh and blood. He fed on life force that he would get by physical skin contact. This poor lad was experimented and taken away from his family farm to become a military weapon for the Empire like one Caleb Widowgast. However he was freed by the age of 19 though unaware how he escaped and started the campaign awaken in a dumpster.

And my first interaction as this character was this scared, confused and naive young man who had a thick southern accent.

This kid was a sweetheart farm boy at heart who grew up mostly bedridden and often would get very sick while his parents and six siblings took shifts into taking care of him.

That was until what was revealed to me before the DM of the group had the group imploded with kinda having odd rules how to play the game. Calling it meta and having us roll intelligence just to try to remember recaps, spells, info, anything and scold us for trying to help out one another. So…we all agreed and left.

I currently don’t have him in a party but I do have him somewhere safe in a friend’s setting in my Tuesdays campaign.

Anyroad, enjoy some fun facts and bits about this cutie bean.

1: Never had chocolate until after we stopped by a tavern and was given a chocolate milkshake. It was so wholesome and sweet and I had him actually crying to make it sweeter and a bit sad.

2: He had a companion/familiar by the name of Sliver who was a void worm. At first he was terrified and kept trying to find ways to kill the poor thing only for it to return to Quincy claiming to be harmless. They’re best buddies now and Silver loves to curl up on Quincy’s chest to sleep.

3: We had a vampire doctor of the party hailing from Barovia that like this sweet pacifist who was a mentor/older brother figure to Quincy. It was also discovered that he could touch Quincy just fine without protection like gloves.

4: Quincy…isn’t a normal dhampir. This was found out when he just murdered in front of our kitsune ninja. He’s not a traditional dhampir, he’s an aberration. Another he was killed, his body began to twitch and transform while he as a shadow watched in shock while his body tries to lash about at his party. He rushed back into to fuse into his body again. And thank fuck that hasn’t happened again since.

5: He’s an awkward teen, an adult in the human side being a half elf. But because of his medical conditions he didn’t go out and socialize a lot and thought he wouldn’t live past 13. Pansexual panic ensues and curiosities with expressing himself. He has tried some of his sisters’ dresses when younger and has expressed interest getting a nice sunhat. Thankfully the doctor and our bard hired a nice tailor to craft him a lovely adventuring outfit.

6: He is the youngest out of seven children in his family. Outside of the campaign I created a family tree where he is the grandson of my first fifth edition character. A half elf Druid named Narmo Mellon with the circle of the Blot. All I can say right now is weird shit happened.

#dnd5e #dnd dhampir #dnd warlock #original art #fuck ai art

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proewizard · 3 years

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"Welcome."

#critical role #critical role spoilers #cr #cr spoilers #caleb widowgast #cr nonagon #meine kunst #critical role fanart #fanart #please dont tag as kin! i drew this based on how i looked so it makes me uncomfortable #criticalrolefanart

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crayonurchin · 2 years

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I’ll start having little fantasies of how cute a short haircut would look, the joy of being an enigma of presentation, the cute fluffiness of it, the ease of maintenance and definitely how adorable short fluffy hair looks in flatcaps

But then I’ll have a REALLY REALLY good day with my long as fuck hair and I'll totally forget how much of a pain maintaining this mop is cuz WEE LONG HAIR GO SWISH

#Just let me shapeshift to have any hair I want #I WISH TO HAVE CALEB WIDOWGAST HAIR ONE DAY #JESTER LAVOURE HAIR ANOTHER DAY #AND MARION LAVOURE HAIR THE NEXT #oh and Furiosa hair #I want to know what my skull looks like but then like #still have long hair #>:C

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mollymaukscoat · 2 years

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how can i be expected to do complex analysis when the only thing i care about is wizards

#mmmm media obsessions strike again.#why. do i keep doing this #who looks at an integral and thinks 'hmm yes i would rather do this than read fanned fiction about fake wizard caleb widowgast'#not me! not me

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teejay-kaye · 3 years

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Sure sure whatever lip kisses are great narrative shorthand for “and the romance is now canon” but the sheer intimacy of a hand on an arm and a long, heartfelt hug and a tender kiss on the cheek just beside the mouth and those lingering, hopeful stares... you just can’t beat that shit c’mon man

#Critical Role #Critical Role 2 #look maybe it's the asexual in me #but people harping on lip kisses like they're the sole determinator of a relationship #is kind of annoying #because other kisses can be just as soulful and impactful #and these wizards #tHEY KILL ME #Caleb Widowgast #Essek Theyless

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sirdoodlebro · 5 years

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What could you possibly hope to see, human?

A Caleb piece that I’ve been working on for a bit--really happy with out it came out!

#critical role #critrole #dnd #art #traditional art #doodle #is it obvious i have no clue what arcane stuff looks like?#wizard #caleb widowgast #find me on insta by the same name!

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lilbittymonster · 6 years

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me, finding out it's spelled widogast not widowgast: wow the berenstain universe sure is wild :)

#critical role #caleb #caleb widowgast #caleb widogast #idk man the second w just looks better to me

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sunflower-of-steel · 3 years

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I was just on Pinterest looking for some inspiration on a Caleb Widowgast cosplay I wanna try for an upcoming con and these photos popped up...

AND YOU CANNOT TELL ME THIS DOESN’T RADIATE DIRTY WIZARD MAN CALEB VIBES. I SIMPLY WILL NOT BE HAVING ANY OF IT.

so I continued looking at these photos and came across THESE PHOTOS:

GUYS I AM SCREAMING THIS IS LITERALLY CALEB

#caleb widogast #critical role #dirty wizard man #shadowgast #cosplay #critical role cosplay #caleb widowgast cosplay

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rainbowcaleb · 3 years

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Written for the "the hunt" prompt of #SpookyShadowgast !

Essek slid a hand down to his side, trying to keep his face impassive as his fingers snagged on the ruined edges of his robe. Burnt, curled edges of fabric, and wet warm blood underneath. It wasn't painful -yet- and was by all logic only a surface wound. But he was wounded. He knew there were still eyes on him, too many shadowed rooftops and arches above, and that first shot felt like a warning. Could he risk running? Could he risk a teleport without being counterspelled?

There was a quiet sound from the street to his left, footsteps turning to walk into this alley. Essek hadn't expected a street level fight as well, and his heartbeat ricocheted in time to the approaching sound. He shifted in place to keep most of his body turned towards the rooftops, only sliding his eyes over to watch what was approaching. A tingle of a spell began to warm up in his fingertips. And then from the dark came a familiar human shape; red robes, red hair, red flames dancing in his palm. Essek let his impassive expression slide into one single raised eyebrow, but did not let the spell fade from his fingers. "Hello Widogast. Would you like to tell me who just spell-sniped me?"

Caleb smiled, not one of his softer behind-closed-doors smiles that Essek had come to learn, but something brighter and more beautiful for how dangerous it looked. "Who says it wasn't me?" He raised his hand to let the flames intertwine between his fingers like bladed claws ready to strike.

Essek returned his deadly smile. "You wouldn't have missed."

Caleb’s eyes winked but his body posture was still too stiff, too ready. “The Assembly isn’t happy with you.”

“The Dynasty spares no love for me as well.”

Caleb’s eyes narrowed as he swept over Essek’s body, lingering a half second longer at the blood pooling on his side. “If you give us the beacons-”

“I don’t have them any more.” Essek let his guarded expression fall but held his readied spell steady. His voice was low. “Widowgast, Caleb, I don’t have them.”

Something shivered over Caleb’s face, his expression flickering between cold disdain and something warmer and more vulnerable. “Wrong answer.”

Caleb flicked the fire out and Essek let loose his own spell, but the fire went up into the sky instead of out. A flare.

Caleb was knocked back against the wall with the force of Essek’s bolt, but the magicked robes seemed to eat most of the impact. He stood his ground and continued to face Essek. “Don’t run.” To anyone else it would sound like a threat, but Essek knew, heartbreakingly he knew. “Don’t run.” Caleb said. “Please.” Essek heard.

Essek fought but he could not win against a trio of Volstrucker, and the last thing he saw before the concussion pushed him into the dark was the overbright eyes of Caleb Widogast and those familiar lips mouthing “I’ll find you.”

#shadowgast #shadowgast fic #essek thelyss #caleb widogast #shadowhand essek #bren ermendrud #Volstrucker AU #critical role fic #spooky shadowgast #spookyshadowgast #fic #my fic #essek caleb fic

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waywardwritings · 2 years

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caleb x reader

Prompt: “What are you doing here?”

Character: Caleb Widowgast (property of Liam O’Brian/Critical Role)

Word count: 382

As soon as you turn the corner, you spot the familiar brown hair. It’s like your subconsciousness is immediately drawn to him whenever you’re in the same vicinity. Before he has a chance to spot you, you draw your hood close, turning your attention to one of the stalls, carrying an assortment of oddly shaped potion bottles.

As you turn around to leave, you crash into a figure, that immediately grabs your shoulders to steady you. “Sorry ‘bout that,” you mumble before you start registering who was standing in front of you. “What are you doing here?” the person demanded harshly, making you wince. “Did they send you?”

“What? No,” you stammer, confused as to why he would think that. “I left them years ago,” you try to explain, unable to look him in the eyes.

“Then why are you following me?” he asked again, his voice full of disdain. That’s when your head snaps up, meeting his stern brown eyes, eyes you’ve been too intimidated to look into when you were younger, with your own. “Why would I follow you?” you ask incredulously, anger rising in your voice. “You really still think you are the centre of the universe, don’t you Bren?” you spit at him. You notice him flinching at the mention of his name but you couldn’t care less at this point. “When I left, all I wanted was to forget everything about the Academy, to get as far away from everything I’ve done as I could. So you think it’s funny for me to constantly bump into the one person that made my time there even worse by constantly breaking my heart?” Your eyes open in shock by the words that had just left your mouth.

You see the man in front of you lose his composure for the first time ever, his grip on your shoulder slightly loosening. “I…what?” he asked in a whisper, barely able for you to hear him. But you had taken your change when you felt his hand open for just a faction of a second, forcing your way out of his hold and were now walking away from him as fast as you can.

“Jayra, wait!” you hear him shouting after you, his voice already getting lost in the mass around you.

#caleb x reader #caleb widogast #imagine #writing prompt #critical role imagine #mighty nein #mighty nein imagine #critical role x reader #mighty nein x reader #angst #fanfic #critical role fanfiction #critical role fandom

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everdreamart · 3 years

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Read my Thoughts

The journey through Aeor only gets more confusing as eye powers are thrown into the mix.

An accidental telepathy fic where Caleb shares a bit too much to a certain drow.

Relationship: Caleb Widowgast/Essek Thelyss (Shadowgast)

Rating: Teen and Up

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Things in Aeor are strange. Magic Especially. A teleport can send you miles away from target, and a spell gone wrong can make you bald! However, Aeor's atrocities were put on the backburner when Jester's weasel turned out to be her 'god' and the red eyes adorning the Empire Kid's bodies started to show power.

Darkvision was one thing that was quite startling to Caleb. He hadn't really noticed it with the constant flow of light emitting from Caduceus' staff and his own globules. It wasn't until Beauregard said something that it really occurred to him. Even more surprising was the telepathy. The ability to transcend one's thoughts into the mind of another. A mental link for shared knowledge. All sorts of possibilities flowed into Caleb's mind. How useful this could be in their upcoming battles with Lucien.

"Woahhhh Caleb I can literally HEAR your thoughts! Slow down a bit!" Jester marveled.

"OH Oh Beau! Can you read my thoughts??" Yasha exclaimed.

"Hey let's give it a try-" Beau smirked.

"Ok who do I love? Oh wait thats dumb.." Yasha mumbled. The rest of them started to laugh a bit.

Caleb shifted his gaze over to Essek. The drow's soft features focused on the commotion going on around him. A confused expression painting his face - no doubt from the sudden talking weasel - in a show of momentary openness. Throughout their travels in Aeor, Essek had slowly let the shadowhand persona slip away. Caleb liked this version much better. The way emotion displayed itself on Essek's face was new and nervous, but the man was truly trying to change. That alone caused something to swell in Caleb's heart.

Immediately, Essek's head snapped up and looked over at Caleb in surprise. Caleb looked away as soon as he turned his head. Did Essek hear him? He needs to get a better hold of this power. Fast. Swallowing hard, Caleb simply nodded, before turning his gaze back to their laughing friends.

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After a day of hard trekked travel, the Mighty Nein stumbled into the tower for a night of much needed rest. It was then that Caleb's mind started to wander. What exactly is transmitted through this telepathy? Feelings? Words? Images? The beginning pricks of worry started to crawl into his throat. Would he have to wrestle every one of his thoughts down so the others wouldn't be plagued by his memories? He glanced at the glaring red eye adorning his palm. Thick red lines seared into his skin flawlessly. Watching. Staring. Certainly these powers come with a price. And Caleb didn't know what that price was.

There's nothing he can do right now. Stay on task, Widowgast. Maybe something from the papers he picked up earlier will have more information about their enemy. With an idea for distraction in place, Caleb floats up to the library to begin opening the amber. He settles on a couch opposite from a crackling fireplace as he does so, the comforting warmth washing away the stress of the day.

Piles of books and papers fill the floor in front of him. Excitement and curiosity begin to tug at his mind. Caleb reaches out and grabs one of the dusty old tombs, tracing the foreign writing in awe. So much knowledge, packed in the papers around him. So much information to be learned and so little time.

"It's quite incredible, is it not?" A soft voice comes from behind him as Essek glides over to Caleb, staring at the collection of books.

"Ja. After our business is concluded, I would love to study more of Aeor's history and research."

"Well, we have a few moments now, do we not?" Essek smiled softly as he looked at Caleb.

And just like that, they were off. Reading through ancient texts, occasionally bouncing theories back and forth. The constant whirring of intellect trying to process the thoughts of mages from far beyond their time. It was invigorating.

However, from time to time, Caleb found it hard to keep his focus. His eyes constantly wandering back to the drow sat beside him, nose buried in a book. His thin white brows creased into a focused expression, eyes full of wonder and curiously, devouring the age old texts. The way his mouth would curl into a subtle smile when he found a particularly interesting section of text. Or how he would nibble at his lower lip when frustrated about something. He wondered if those lips would feel as good as he imagined. How soft and delicate.. Oh how glad Caleb is to have moments like these, just him and Essek.

At some point while Caleb was lost in his thoughts, Essek looked up. Violet eyes meeting blue ones.

"I uh.." Essek clears his throat. " I found a section that you might find to be interesting." He smiles and looks away.

Oh.

How much did he hear? How many of those thoughts slipped through in his tired state? Apparently enough for the subtle hints of purple creeping on the edges of Essek's ears to catch Caleb's attention.

"I think it's time for me to head to bed. I require more sleep than you do, after all," Caleb said as he stood up. It was awkward, for a moment. The silence was heavy, and he didn't dare steal a look at the drow beside him.

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Having your thoughts known to others feels like quite a violation of privacy. Caleb thought as he laid in his bed. I need to get a hang of this.

It took a while for him to get even close to falling asleep, for his mind was racing with thoughts.

He was on the edge of consciousness when he heard a small knock on his door. Surely all the nein are well into their sleep right now, so that means that the only person this could be is… a lump formed in Caleb's throat as he opened the door. Essek stood in front of him, a foreign expression adorned on his face.

"I hope I wasn't disrupting your rest. I would like to talk… if you don't mind?" He spoke softly as Caleb gestured him into the room.

It caught Caleb's attention immediately that the man wasn't floating, but walking instead. They sat on the couch as he responded, "Ah, I was having some trouble sleeping. You weren't interrupting anything. What is it you would like to discuss friend?"

"I ah.." He fidgeted with his fingers. The drow wasn't wearing his usual mantle, but instead the more comfortable robes that were provided to him from the tower. Caleb let his eyes momentarily linger on the way the clothing frames Essek's small figure. The way the deep blues and purples frame his gorgeous dark skin. Caleb promptly tries very hard to stuff these thoughts down.

"I took notice of the recent… developments of the eyes on beauregard's and your bodies. It… concerns me. The acquisition of such powers surely means that something was taken in exchange, and I am unsure of what that was." Essek says with worry laced in his voice. His eyes rise to meet Caleb's.

"..ja. I too am a bit uneasy about the current situation. Though it just makes our goal that much more important, does it not?" He replied, flashing a faint reassuring smile.

"I guess it does." The other wizard's gaze falls to his lap.

'That's not really what you came here to talk about. Is it?' Slips from Caleb's mind before he can even think to stop it.

The drow visibly flinches in surprise, then sighs slightly. "There was something else on my mind, yes."

Caleb slowly, ever so slowly, reaches his hand over to touch Essek's. "I'm here if something is wrong."

He is very aware of what Essek was referring to. However, he doesn't know what is going through the other man's brain, as thin smooth fingers meet his calloused ones halfway. A slight smile plays at the corners of Essek's mouth, and Caleb once again feels his focus begin to slip. He focuses on the feeling of Essek's hand in his. Soft skin, clearly not used to the harsher weather of the frozen wasteland as of late, his fingers only rough in the areas where one would hold a quill.

Strands of silver-white hair hover on his forehead, slightly covering vibrant violet eyes. Oh it is a sight to behold. Dark skin growing impersivibly darker. How he works at his bottom lip nervously. Caleb finds himself fighting back the desperate want to feel this man against him. To hold him close and study his features on a much more intimate level. Essek's ear twitches.

"I ah… I thank you for your.. Compliments..?" He stutters out as his face flushes an even darker shade of purple.

Something inside of Caleb breaks, and he finds it becoming increasingly harder to hold back the growing need to bring the wizard close.

"I apologize for not being able to return such… appraisal," the drow mumbles out, looking anywhere but Caleb's eyes. His other hand raises up Caleb's arm, settling on the crook of his neck. "I hope I can live up to your expectations, Widowgast." He smiles nervously.

Caleb's mind goes blank. Soft lips brush his own and his restraint vanishes. They crash together in feverish movements, a warm pressure on his lips that grounds him in the moment. It's so much better than he could've ever imagined. The sensation of Essek's mouth on his is something he wants to savor forever. He wants to memorize every movement and feeling of the man pushing against him, as if this was a rare slip-up and it would never happen again. Maybe he was dreaming after all, but the feeling of Essek starting to nibble at his lower lip quickly reassures him that this is very much real.

Something sharp catches Caleb's lip, and he recoils a bit in surprise. Essek immediately pulls back, a flash of worry crossing his face.

"Fangs." Caleb mutters out, breathless. "I was not aware you had fangs."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean-" he gets cut off by Caleb leaning in once more, capturing his mouth hungerly. His fingers lace through Essek's hair as he pushes onto him, desperate to be closer. More. He wants more.

Apparently Essek heard him, as the drow parts his mouth, allowing him to deepen the kiss. Caleb runs his tongue over the sharpened points of Essek's fangs, feeling a shiver as he does so. They merge together, desperate to taste each other. To explore every inch. It's perfect. Absolutely perfect. He wants this moment to last forever.

They pull away after what feels like hours, but still isn't long enough. Essek's breath dances on Caleb's lips, mere inches away. Caleb smiles and presses another quick kiss to Essek's mouth.

"I think you far surpassed my expectations, Thelyss."

#critical role #shadowgast #essek thelyss #caleb widogast #Not quite canon compliant but its pretty close I think #Teef #:)

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