#thelyss

[sabbathicy-art]

“ ‘Be good to me,’ I beg of him ”

This Essek has been sitting in my wip folder forever and I love him both too much to finish and too much to never show you at all. So here he is!

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[aschcregen]

[cold] - It's cold, and sender/receiver have to stay together for warmth. - ( Essek ) @thelyss

Caleb doesn't EASILY get cold for obvious reasons. Fire has always been his domain, or well...he's not going down that road right now. There is, however, a very lovely fire crackling in the fire place, illuminating the room, and he's curled up beneath a blanket with the other, no clothes required. Though he supposes to would help with the warmth, not that he minds.

"Do you have anywhere to be?" Caleb asks into the silence, arms wrapped around Essek loosely, head resting against the other's. "Before we completely forget the time,"

#thelyss #v: i'll be good for all of the times that i never could ( canon d ) #;;waltzer für niemand ( queue )

[weavewilled]

I ALMOST LOST YOU. ↳ budding romance ( accepting ) / @thelyss

HOW  IS  IT  TO  FEEL  THE  FEAR  OF  DEATH,  and  yet  simultaneously  feel  the  haunting  breath  of  it  on  the  back  of  one’s  neck?  He’d  never  been  one  to  fear  his  mortality  as  a  human  in  this  world  full  of  spectacular  beings  until  the  truth  of  it  clawed  into  his  chest  and  laid  there  (  hungry,  hungry,  hungry  ).  And  this  time  had  been  a  narrow  thing,  resolved  only  by  timely  intervention  of  swift  restorative  magics.  Even  so,  he’d  been  left  drained  dry  and  exhausted,  and  he  still  looks  wan.

❝  Truthfully,  I  was  afraid  my  time  was  going  to  be  cut  terribly  short,  ❞  he  says,  and  it’s  with  some  attempted  levity  but  the  chill  of  it  still  crawls  up  his  spine  and  leaves  a  weight  at  the  back  of  his  tongue.  He  tries  to  swallow  it  down,  but  it  sticks,  stubbornly;  he  chances  a  look  over  with  a  tiny,  small  little  smile.  ❝  And  what  a  shame  that  would  be,  wouldn’t  it.  Just  when  everything  is  starting  to  get  worth  looking  forward  to.  ❞

#thelyss #;; & a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness. ( main v. )

[proelio-procusi]

thelyss asked: [care] – sender provides physical care for receiver’s bruises (ice pack, wrapping them up, etc) (for caleb?)

Caleb winced at the ice touching a rather purple bruise across his forearm. Essek wasn't being rough with him but that sadly didn't stop the pain from blooming from the dark purple spot.

"I would have asked Jester for a boost but we were all pretty strung out by the end of it all."

#thelyss #answered asks #ic caleb

[vocesincaput-arc]

@thelyss continued from [x]

The worry over whether he had taken a step too far and crossed a line had come the moment Caleb's lips had touched the Drows. His fingers flexed open and closed in nervousness for a few moments even as Essek assured him it was okay.

He could have just been being nice.

But when the Drow placed a hand upon his shoulder, Caleb dared to look into those blue/violet eyes that seemed even more beautiful this close.

When Essek spoke again, Caleb thought his mind had caught on itself and automatically translated what the other had said. It took a few moments before he realised Essek had spoke Zemnian to him. The wizards lips curled into a smile over the fact the other had learnt some of his native tongue.

A moment later, Caleb swallowed as he realised just what the other had said.

"Wirklich....?"

Fingers flexed again as his own blue eyes flicked down to the Drows lips for a brief moment.

Breathing in and out slowly, Caleb reached his hand up to gently and carefully cup Esseks jaw before leaning in and carefully brushing his lips against the others once more.

//Wirklich - Really. If Google Translate is correct//

#ic #muse: caleb #thelyss #thelyss: caleb

[mathi-blodnatt]

I'm still working on his full ref but please behold Arel's fun new outfit

#Arel Thelyss #dnd oc #character design #Thelyss #he is now canon bc I said so lmaooo

[oathwilled]

@thelyss inquired: "You're even more beautiful than yesterday." (maybe after they've known each other for a while, so demi essek has time to catch feelings) / flirty prompts

" Beautiful, " he repeats, and the word sounds like he’s tasting it on his tongue and deeming it pleasant, if not unusual. " Not a word I’ve heard in my own description very often. " There’s a smile that comes though, crooked, and he adds with an almost clandestine grin: " And one far more suited to yourself, I think. " 

And oh, those blue eyes linger 'pon the drow’s own for a heartbeat too long before dropping, and — because he’s him, because he so fiercely needs to shift that crawling burn up the back of his neck: " Unless it’s because I was half-covered in gore and the hells knows what else yesterday. Then, aye, I’ll take bein' prettier today. "

#thelyss #( HE'S FLUSTERED LMFAO ) #;; & still alive despite everything. ( bg3 v. )

[thewidogast]

@thelyss said: i'll come with you. we'll go together.

{ its on my blog }

He cupped Essek's cheek with his hand and gave him a very tender kiss, but it was sad. He shook his head. "Not this time. I need you her." it wasn't that he did not think Essek was not capable. No. It wasn't even that he wanted Essek safe. It also was not that he didn't think Essek could help he had been invaluable this entire time. It was if something went wrong Caleb wanted to ensure that there was back up somewhere with someone he trusted implicitly. Not that he did not trust the rest of the Nein, but they were not involved like he Essek, and Beau were.

#answered #meme response #thelyss #verse: a fulfilled life

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#misc #essek thelyss #critical role fanart #critical role art #art #essek #thelyss #cr essek

[arc-erzmagier]

??? : @thelyss

ESSEK  LOOKS  UP,  trying  not  to  wince  as  the  sunlight  hits  his  face.  A  patch  of  rubble  had  given  way  beneath  his  foot,  and  (  his  spells  spent  as  they  were  )  he’d  been  forced  to  step  into  the  circle  of  glyphs.  His  surroundings  had  changed  in  an  instant,  and  he’d  had  just  enough  presence  of  mind  to  activate  his  ring  before  he’d  fallen  past  the  foliage’s  concealment.  He  now  looks  like  a  white  high - elf  with  short,  blonde  hair.  Zemnian.  Is  he  in  the  Empire?  There’s  something  familiar  in  the  child’s  features.

“  Ja,  danke.  ”     Essek  sits  up slowly,  not  wanting  to  alarm  her.     “  I  think  I’m  lost,  ”     he  continues,  still  in  Zemnian,     “  I  think  my  spell  sent  me  off  course.  Did  you  see  a  flash  of  light?  ”

her face brightens at the mention of a spell before she can help it .  she still stays up in her tree as she takes stock of him ,  at his pointed ears and his zemnian ,  though she leans down a little closer .  “ a flash  --  yes , ”  she responds in kind ,  book tucked into her bag and quickly forgotten in the face of someone that knows real magic .  “ where was your spell supposed to send you ?  or do you just know it isn’t here ? ”  she can’t think of why he would want to come to blumenthal ,  of all places .

#transferred it to beta editor for us moving forward ! i still have legacy but. just in casies #thelyss #❨ in character. ❩ i cannot make my anger beautiful; i cannot make my pain sweet.

[exandriian]

[  BEG ] ;  the sender begs the receiver to touch them. - ( Essek ) @thelyss​

HOW they ended up here? Eadwulf cannot say, but he’s not about to ask questions that would ruin the mood. He assumes it’s what Astrid would call an ‘unhealthy coping mechanism’, but then again she’s merely stating facts and not judging him.

The PLEASE sends a shiver down his spine and Wulf sighs as he leans in, easily picking the other man up and pressing him against the nearest wall. It’s only been one day of the trial so far, and he has no idea where this is going to go, but he knows he cannot say no to Essek, not when he’s asking him so wonderfully.

He trails his lips over the other’s neck for a moment, teeth dragging over the delicate skin, before he pulls back with a smile. “Tell me what you WANT then...”

#thelyss #v: und immer wenn es zeit wird zu gehn vergess ich was mal war und bleibe stehn ( canon d : eadwulf ) #nsft

[aschcregen]

🌽 do a corn maze - ( Essek ) @thelyss

"You KNOW," Caleb says, tilting his head to the side for a brief moment, lips curved into a smile. "If we get lost there's always the option of me burning this whole thing down,"

#thelyss #v: i'll be good for all of the times that i never could ( canon d ) #;;waltzer für niemand ( queue )

[weavewilled]

i don’t want any of this! i don’t want any of this. — crit role ( accepting ) / @thelyss

❝  THERE’S  SOMETHING  WISE  I  COULD  SAY  TO  THAT,  YOU  KNOW.  ❞  And  there’s  a  little  crease  of  empathy,  a  little  twist  of  his  mouth.  It’s  not  harsh.  ❝  Something  such  as  how  suffering  builds  character.  How  we  never  want  the  things  that  happen  until  after  it’s  all  over  and  we’ve  learned  from  it.  ❞

He  sighs,  though,  rubbing  the  back  of  his  neck  —  and  he  exhales  a  short  little  laugh,  rough  and  without  much  actual  humor.  ❝  Frankly,  though,  if  someone  tried  to  tell  me  that  right  now,  I  may  just  punch  them  in  the  nose.  And,  ❞  he  says,  wagging  a  finger,  ❝  I  am  much  more  likely  to  hurt  myself  than  them  by  punching,  so  that  should  tell  you  how  serious  I  am.  ❞  

It’s  a  little  attempt  at  levity,  but  it  doesn’t  linger  very  well;  it  trails,  softens,  fades.  And:  he  eases  just  a  little  around  the  edges,  understanding  bleeding  more  into  his  bearing.  ❝  There  aren’t  very  many  that  do,  I  think.  And  now  the  only  path  is  forward.  Though  if  you  need  to  scream  and  yell  about  it  for  a  little  while  first,  I  am  always  glad  to  listen.  ❞

#thelyss #;; & a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness. ( main v. )

[proelio-procusi]

@thelyss asked: [ 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender cooks receiver their favourite meal (for keelin)

Keelin was a little surprised by the meal. It wasn't as if he didn't think the drow couldn't cook but rather that both of them typically didn't have the time to do things like this. He looked at the plate with a soft smile. "This is rather kind of you." They glanced up, bright blue eyes taking in Essek.

#answered asks #thelyss #ic keelin

[trinketh]

it takes a while to knock yasha out  --  though perhaps less time than usual ,  considering that she’s doing her best to absorb all of the hits that may have been intended for @thelyss​ .  and passing out . . . well .  it’s not ideal ,  for sure ,  but if you take enough hits ,  it’s bound to happen eventually .

but when she hears essek’s voice in her ear ,  as if from a distance  --  “ wake up… please, wake up. ”  --  she has to make herself go towards the voice ,  no matter what .  that’s where her friend is  --  where ( almost ) all of her friends are .

mismatched eyes slowly blink open , brow furrowing . with a grunt , she props herself painfully up onto one of her elbows , looking over at the wizard . " they all gone ? "

#thelyss #muse : yasha nydoorin. #injury tw //

[oathwilled]

@thelyss inquired: “I promise you, nothing will happen to you.” / in love and war

" You can't promise that. Bloody planet could open up and swallow us whole. Seen it happen, " he adds, swiftly, with a rapid look over as though trying to ensure that yes, it's absolute fact, " whole big thing. Out of bloody nowhere, started shaking and then —— " He makes a cracking motion with hands, and he's —— gods, he's stalling. He's stalling, desperately trying to pretend this shaky, decrepit, hanging-on-by-a-thread bridge across the underdark chasm doesn't make his stomach sink into his knees.

( What, the wartorn bold crusader, afraid of heights ? Never. Impossible. )

" Couldn't ye just —— " He waves a hand, vaguely, a little helplessly —— he's not desperate. He'll do it. He just. Needs a minute. Really. " Wizard us across? "

#thelyss #( he has several concerns #and most of them involve worrying about being a pancake ) #;; & still alive despite everything. ( bg3 v. )