VAX 2 ASKS : prompt for elias ; vax and the party finding him as he comes back to the material plane.
the boy props himself up on shaking arms , staring down at corporeal fingers for the first time in . . . he doesn’t know how long . he stares at them for a long moment , flexing stiff fingers -- at least , until he hears noises approaching him . he tries to clamber quickly to his feet , but he isn’t used to gravity any longer , and he stumbles , not able to escape before whoever’s coming is upon him . he locks eyes with another boy , around his age , and swallows against a dry throat . he doesn’t look away from @kelsiersbones , however , a startled deer - in - headlights look on his face .
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* KELSIERSBONES / ft. johanna — “ gwen! ” johanna hurried through her aunt’s manor, looking for gwen’s room. she came to a quick stop, nearly tripping over the hem of her slightly-too-long dress. “ look, look what uncle percy helped me make. ” josie held up her hands, cupped around something rather large. when the tiefling drew close enough, she opened her hands to show a brooch, simple in design but which clearly depicted the crest of whitestone. “ do you like it? ”
gwendolyn looks up from her schoolwork when she hears her cousin’s voice. mama trusts her to do her homework without overbearing supervision, now that she’s a bit older — and, truthfully, gwen enjoys the solitude. more of the black birds come to see her when she’s alone. one of them squawks at the windowsill now, cocking its head before taking wing as @kelsiersbones skids into view. but gwen doesn’t mind. the ravens come back; they always do. her scarlet fingers cup around johanna’s pale ones, leaning over to see the pretty brooch for herself. “ it’s so pretty, josie, ” she declares, smiling up at her. gwen is shorter than almost all of her cousins — small and slight like her mother, even if they don’t share the same blood; that’s what everybody says. “ papa made that with you? could you make one for me, do you think? ” but maybe one with a bird head, like the feathered-man who comes to see her sometimes when it’s dark out.
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@kelsiersbones!
being unable to sleep has its benefits. people are honest in sleep, especially when they dream. yasha gravitates to their sibling like molly holds their own magnetism, stuck close to them whenever lucien looks at her. that can be a boon, certainly, but he doesn’t know her mind the way he knows molly’s. he can’t know whether or not she’ll try to turn them against him.
“take watch with me, yasha?” he asks as they make camp.
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VESPER ASKS : I meant… How are you holding up?
she gives caleb’s friend an incredulous look at the question , barely bothering to monitor or school it beneath the brim of the world’s largest sun hat . “ i’m holding up , and that’s what matters , isn’t it ? ” she responds -- not short with @kelsiersbones , but clearly exhausted . beauregard is skilled at taking testimonies , to be certain , but that doesn’t make said testimonies any easier to give . the physical labor of helping the blooming grove is a punishment that she can understand -- physical labor in return for the physical destruction wrought -- but being approached by one of the nein while she does so ? and with a question that feels both thoughtful and pointed ? astrid cannot let herself just trust such a thing .
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she’s worried about kysphira. though vex and percy both insist that this is a normal part of growing up and being a teenager, keyleth can’t help but be concerned. so, one day, she seeks them out, away from the rest of the family, hoping to have a moment alone with @kelsiersbones.
“kysphira,” their voice is gentle and imploring as they approach, head tilted slightly to the side. “you missed dinner, so i thought i’d bring you some,” keyleth continues hopefully, something roughly the size of a dinner plate in their hands, wrapped carefully in cloth. “is everything okay?”
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TAG NINE PEOPLE YOU’D LIKE TO GET TO KNOW BETTER!
favorite color(s) ; blue!
currently reading ; several things and not finishing any of them quickly-- Dra.cula, Hou.se of Hades, Immune by Philipp Dettmer
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last movie ; ...i have no idea. oh, 101 Dalmatians with my daughter, but I know the husband and I are due for a Hoc.us Pocus rewatch
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tagging: @madefate , @ximerose, @polarean, @furys-burn, @kelsiersbones, @kallistcs, @singofus, @supermantm, @leagueraised & you!!
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@kelsiersbones : M: what's your favorite color? C.
c . green . most think it'd be orange . you ? m .
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* KELSIERSBONES / ft. shaun — shaun is very much so the better parts of his father, and kynan learned those parts largely from jarrett. it’s not really a surprise when shaun wants to learn the rifle, when he wants to start training to be on the pale guard. like many days, shaun is found with a dummy rifle, made of wood and filled to the proper weight for practice. spotting jarrett the boy stopped, quickly if a bit clumsily setting himself up to properly salute. “ morning, sir! ”
jarett has always done well with children. back on the streets of ank’harel, there are always little ones running about ( unfortunately ), hanging onto his sleeves and tripping around his feet. kynan is just a child when he’s passed off to jarett as well — a child in the body of a nearly-grown man. cassandra is the same — far younger than her looks and bearing would betray. though jarett sees their youth and treats them as such, it’s nice to have happier children running around whitestone, now that kynan and cassandra are wed and grown. he does not laugh at @kelsiersbones, though the urge is certainly there. he keeps his grin, as he almost always does, arms crossed as he looks over the little lord with faux surveillance. after a beat, jarett gives a short nod of approval. “ at ease, good man, ” he replies with gravitas, before caving in and ruffling shaun’s hair, grin brightening up even more. “ your form get better and better every day! you’re coming for my job, eh? ”
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AELWYN ASKS : You’re bleeding.
“ astute observation , ” she says dryly , hardly sparing @kelsiersbones a glance as she continues to try and staunch the flow of blood . “ are you going to get me bandages , or are you going to stand in the doorway and point out other obvious things ? ” astrid isn’t trying to be harsh , even if it would be more than fair if she was from her current state , but she’s being practical -- she has an assembly meeting in three hours , and she needs to be stable enough to get there by then .
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CERRIT ASKS : I get it, you’re brave. But, don’t do that, again.
elias pushes cerrit’s hand off of his shoulder , mannered enough to be a little ashamed , but the flush across his freckled face is more anger than it is shame . “ you’re not my dad , ” he snaps , voice shaking . it’s almost like he doesn’t have one of those any more -- he’d had two , and they’re both gone , both leaving him behind in different ways . “ you can’t tell me what to do . ” though if anyone can , it should be @kelsiersbones , but he knows that cerrit knows his dad , and though that should make him more obedient it only makes him more angry . does his dad not care enough to get him out of trouble himself , does he have to send his friends to bail him out , his friends to raise him ? is he really not worth it any more ?
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keyleth stands atop one of the tallest points in zephrah with their staff acting as a buffer between the small figure of tultani and the edge just fifteen feet away from them. the sun is warm against their backs, and they breathe in deeply, watching as the wind ruffles their mantle and hair, and then tultani’s.
“this is the highest place in all of zephrah,” she explains, crouching down to be on @kelsiersbones‘s level. all the while, her staff never moves from its place as a safety point. “you can see for miles up here, tani,” the smile on keyleth’s face grows, vying for the sun’s warmth and brightness. “what can you see?”
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