#☼*・ﾟ Verse — ↳ bells hells

[exandriaborn]

@featherstcnes asked: "❛  you can always ask me for help if you need it.  ❜" // caring prompts;; open

Dorian's gaze drifted to the darkening sky, the first stars twinkling like distant lanterns. The cool evening breeze carried the scent of blooming jasmine, a fragrance that reminded him of home and days of his youth. He sighed deeply, thoughts consumed by the recent encounter with his brother, Cyrus. It had been years since they last saw each other, and the weight of their shared history hung heavy in the air. He feared for his brother's safety now and while not unhappy to see him, it carried complicated feelings.

But Orym's familiar presence beside him was a comforting anchor in the midst of troubled thoughts. The halfling's kind eyes and gentle demeanor radiated warmth and understanding. "Thank you, Orym," Dorian turned to face his friend, a grateful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I appreciate your support more than you know," the bard said, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's just… seeing Cyrus again, realizing the danger he's in now… it's a lot to process. I want to help him, but I don't know where to start. And I don’t want to put our new friends in danger either."

[feuerwizard]

@thoselittledespairs | cont.

Caleb nodded, a flicker of anger passing through his own eyes at the mention of Ludinus and the Assembly. But it faded quickly, replaced by a soft fondness as Mollymauk kissed his forehead tenderly. Just like old times. Without hesitation, Caleb removed his tunic, revealing the expanse of pale, freckled skin marred with bruises and half-healed cuts. Evidence of the brutal battles he and the Nein had endured.

And just as promised before, as Molly's fingers began to work the soothing balm into his aching muscles, Caleb let out a contented sigh, his blue eyes fluttering closed for a moment. "Thank you, liebling. Remind me to thank our friend Caduceus for all the wonderful things he supplies us." His voice was low and relaxed as he leaned into the tiefling's touch.

With each press of Molly's skilled fingers against his skin, Caleb could feel the tension and pain melting away bit by bit. More than just the physical aches, but the emotional burdens as well. In Mollymauk's presence, enveloped by their love and care, Caleb finally allowed himself to just breathe. To exist in this moment with his partner, the horrors of facing Trent and his own past gradually fading to the background.

When they were finished, he turned to face Molly fully, cupping the tiefling's face in his hands and drawing them into a deep, lingering kiss. It was soft and sweet, conveying all the love and devotion Caleb felt for his partner. As they parted, he rested his forehead against Molly's, crystal blue eyes gazing into ruby red.

[feuerwizard]

@notyetfixed asked: "42: sender barges into receiver’s home unannounced." // 100 nonverbal prompts;; open

As if Caleb was not already constantly in the company of Beauregard these days. Aside from Essek, there was no one else he spent nearly as much time with as his fellow human. She had become his closest companion, his confidant, and his best friend. But even in their close relationship, some lines needed to be carefully navigated. Unfortunately, Beauregard and boundaries were not always on the best of terms with one another these days.

Today was a prime example of such, as she barged into his home without even the courtesy of a knock or notice. Why in Exandria did Caleb give her a spare key in the first place? The sound of her hurried footsteps echoed through the quiet house, disrupting the peaceful stillness that Caleb so cherished. With a sigh, he stood up from his desk, “You know we have a pair of Sending Stones for a reason, Beauregard. What if I was in the middle of something?”

[feuerwizard]

@bloodymyhands || cont.

Caleb meets Keyleth's gaze with a solemn expression, brows furrowed in thought. “I don’t know,” he reluctantly admits. The gnawing uncertainty inside him threatens to consume him whole, and he despises the feeling. "For now, the plan is to regroup and gather our strength. We need to be prepared for whatever comes next." And clearly, he and Beauregard had not been, despite what assistance they received from the rogue adventuring party and the Voice of the Tempest.

“I have allies I can call upon, and I suggest you do the same.” The task at hand has grown far beyond what the rest of them can handle on their own. Both he and Keyleth were nearly killed at the key, but there is no turning back now, not when Ludinus poses such a risk to all of Exandria. “I’m… aware we hardly know each other, but stopping Ludinus has been a particular interest of mine for many years.”

[feuerwizard]

@funscarie asked: "what? why are you looking at me like that?" // critical role sentence starters;; open

Ach, was he staring? Caleb supposed he was, though he could not help but stare, his eyes locked on the chaotic scene before him. His usually disorganized home completely overrun by the Bells Hells, at the invitation of Essek. The aftermath of their eventful evening was evident in every corner of the house. Furniture pushed around, and a few mysterious stains on the carpet that Caleb chose not to investigate too closely, once hearing explanative stories of an arcane ritual for Laudna. Quite a sight for someone as messy as Caleb himself, who prided himself on his ability to thrive in chaos. But this… this was something else entirely.

"I am curious, admittedly," Genuine interest laced his words as he stepped closer, drawn in by the glimmering soul anchor hanging around her neck. "So your patron is truly trapped inside?" he asked, leaning in for a better look. "And Essek did this? Impressive." Strangely enough, he felt a twinge of regret at not arriving sooner, just in time to witness the complex ritual performed by his brilliant partner. He wondered if he could have offered any assistance. "Seems I have missed all the fun."