this is a keeley appreciation post, she is quite possibly my favourite female character to ever appear on television! not only is she played by wild child icon actress juno temple but she is one of the most fully formed and interesting female characters i have ever seen on screen. keeley gets to be funny, smart, powerful, and beautiful and just so real, it makes my heart sing with joy !! WITHOUT BEING A YASS GIRLBOSS SLAY QUEEN PUSSY BOSS and also bi keeley rights is all i’m saying ‼️
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Alaun is busy with paperwork for the crusade, while Woljif visits the new commander, having found out something interesting.
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The commanders tent was quiet, he had tried to be personable with the people, but with the holy light still lingering, and the queens respect clear in their minds, well they made sure not to disturb him with merriment.
He would have to walk the careful line between leader and person they were loyal to. but he could do that later, for now the quiet helped soothe his headache.
"-So you went to help Seelah before the big important assignment from the queen?"
Deep breaths. Hes testing you. "what are you saying Woljif?"
"Don't get your mail in a twist, i just think its funny" clearly, from his grin. Still, his tail was tense.
"Whats funny?" he grunted, annoyed at the ink on his fingers
"I mean no wonder your fast friends, your both paladins of the same goddess, both with some dark past your trying to atone for."
Alaun squinted at the paperwork, recruiting new soldiers after the initial forces were wiped out at the second battle required careful balancing of the finances.
"Now Woljif, i know your thinking, how did you find out about my mysterious past Ive been carefully avoiding telling anyone"
Sighing, he put the quill down, a general would need to be recruited, it would be manageable, but still a dent in the coffers
The smell of sulfur suddenly became overpowering in his nose, a clawed hand heavy on his shoulder. distantly he noted the lantern flames wavering "well i was wondering why i couldn't get the stink of rotting flesh out my nose. my, my, commander. what a delicious secret. no wonder your so kind to us failures and mistakes. like calls to like after all, as the stuffy half elf likes to say"
Shaking hands moved the inkwell to its indent. the paperwork was fiddly, no need to get it stained with ink.
"I hope you trust i am no traitor"
"Why the fancy talk. commander"
"I freed you. i trusted you that you weren't the traitor. i didn't say a word when you kept the bauble." he stared into the shifting shadows of the tend cloth, tone tense "I'm not asking for much. after all, we can all make amends cant we. forgiveness and redemption are never out of reach of you work and regret. isn't it?"
"And here i was thinking i had the upper hand." faux sorrow, still grinning. damn him
"They know. the higher ups. its not hidden"
"But it could be"
A frown
"Paperwork has been sloppy recently, with all the fires and falling outposts…" a suggestive hand motion "its so easy to lose paperwork. especially when it would result in such slanderous rumors about the commander"
That's what the feeling in his stomach was, a pit, with him standing on a tightrope. It would be so easy to fall.
"Why"
"Like calls to like. i owe you. and i don't like debts, at least not being in other peoples."
The teifling twisted round the table, hand lifting. "shake on it, commander?"
For all he dislikes the grouping of evil and demons with teiflings, he cant shake the idea hes making a deal with the devil.
He shakes, solid and firm.
As he's left to ponder, Woljif saunters out of the tent, throwing a wave over his shoulder with an "pleasure doing business with ya, commander"
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