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{ @roadthrived | Cont’d }

  if yasha’s being honest, she doesn’t want to be alone. but she doesn’t want to bother beauregard, either – though any sort of human interaction beau has is considered a burden anyway, so yasha doesn’t think much of it. if she’s offering, then…

 ‘ i. wouldn’t mind that.  ‘

the words are quiet, but she shifts closer to beau.

  ‘ thanks, beauregard. ‘

Beau’s system is immediately flooded with relief when Yasha assents. She’d been working herself up for what seemed like...hours. And once she finally said something (and didn’t sound like a complete idiot, too!!), Beau had begun panicking. Y’know, in case Yasha said no.

But she didn’t. And she moved closer.

Beau smiles gently--or tries her best to--and scoots towards Yasha as well.

“For what?” Oh, fuck. I didn’t think this far ahead... “Oh, the...you staying? I mean, you don’t--you don’t have to thank me.” Think, Beau! Think! “I, uh...I’m just glad you didn’t say no. ‘Cause that woulda been...embarrassing...”

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{ @bladescurse | Cont’d }

it’s  not  unusual  for   him   to   wake   up   cold   as   the   deepest   leagues   of   the  lucidian   and   choking   on   something  ;  be   it   sea   water   or   his   own   blood.   which,   yes,   in   an   of   itself   is   unusual  —   but   ‘weird’   coming   from  beau   of   all   individuals  ?   fjord   gives   a   small   chuckle   as   he   bumps   his   arm   roughly   into   the   monk’s   own,   ❝  why   don’t   you   worry  about  yourself  ‘cause   at   least  i  know  how  to  smile  in   away   that   doesn’t   scare   off   small   children. ❞

“Hey, fuck you!” Beau snorts and elbows him back with a wry grin. Fjord...isn’t exactly wrong, though. Her comment was meant to be one of concern for him--he woke up choking on seawater of all things! And they’re not even close to the ocean!

“All I’m saying is if you drown in your sleep, then I’m gonna have to find a new manners teacher, y’know? And then everyone will know about the guy who died puking up salt water even though he was on dry land. That’s just a lot of work for me, and I’m not willing to commit to all that. So...don’t die. Or anything.” (Nope, that wasn’t right either, was it...)

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{ @roadthrived | cont’d }

   ‘ i’m fine, beau. ‘

     maybe she is. maybe she isn’t. she can’t quite tell up from down right now. or why she’s so flustered. yasha’s leaning heavily against the wall, trying to catch her breath. beauregard isn’t making it easy.

      ‘ yeah.  i’m… fine. i’ll be fine. ‘

“Hey, you sure?”

Beau frowns, very concerned. Yasha looks dazed--more than dazed, even. That fucking spider was a fucking trip, and Beau saw Yasha take that hit, really hard.

“You really don’t look good. I mean...you always look good...I mean...should I just go get Jester?”

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{ @donutmedic | Cont’d }

“Oh, sorry~” She pressed Beau’s hair down to her scalp for a moment, a trick her mother and her nannies had used on her as a child. They needed to invest in a comb or a brush at some point. Jester’s hair sort of just always behaved, but then she also washed it as much as she possibly could. Beau was clean but she clearly didn’t favor her hair.

“You know what would be really pretty?” Jester mused as she combed her fingers through Beau’s hair to get the knot worked out. “I could braid a bit of blue ribbon into it, but I don’t think I have one small enough.”

“No, no, it’s cool. It’s fine,” Beau tried to reassure Jester, even though she was cringing the whole time. “I should just...y’know, brush my hair more often. Usually I just put it up, no fancy shit, no worries.”

She went quiet a bit, listening to Jester as she fussed and tugged at the mess of tangles that was her hair. Pretty? Beau never thought about being pretty. She just was. She got dressed and went about her day. That’s it. Was it even possible for her to be pretty?

“I mean, if you really want to, we’re in a city,” Beau shrugged. “I bet there’s somewhere we can find some ribbon that would work. If you want.”

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"Beauregard," It was not often that Caleb would seek the monk. She was harsh and stern and aggressive, all things he preferred to avoid. Yet, he felt the need to discuss something with her. To have her be aware of a possible problem. She was the last he would trust, but something in his gut told him to speak with her. "The... object. I fear the effect it has on people. It changed my dreams and I... want you to keep an eye on me, for the safety of the group. I don't want to become trouble."

{ @wiidogasted }

Beau immediately looked skeptical. It wasn’t hard to figure out she didn’t trust that wizard as far as she could throw him. (And…she was pretty strong. She could probably throw him pretty far if she wanted.)

Something about the way Caleb approached her seemed different, though. Somehow. Really, very serious. This time, Caleb wasn’t trying to hide something. (He wasn’t telling her the whole story, but he wasn’t being overtly evasive.)

“It changed your dreams?” Beau asked. She was skeptical, but had spent enough time with the Cobalt Reserve to know that that was something to be worried about.

“I–I mean…I’ll do it, but…are you okay?”

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{ @donutmedic cont’d }

“Yea, I’m okay,” Jester replied, wiping blood from the corner of her mouth. She hated the taste of it; that weird metallic taste always seemed to last for hours. She carefully got up to her feet, brushing dust off of her dress, being careful to leave alone the gash on her side. “I need milk to wash the taste out of my mouth,” she said before spitting a bit more of it onto the ground. “Are you okay?”

Beau took Jester by the arm to steady her as she stood. Shit, that was...a lot. In a small amount of time. She had just wanted to get Nott back to safety, and before she knew it, Nott and Jester were both unconscious at her feet.

Was that my fault?

“Physically? I’ve been better. Mentally? I’ve...been better. Yeah, no, I’m not great.” Beau shrugged--a weak attempt at brushing it off. “Not...almost dying bad, but I could definitely use a nap. Are you sure you’re okay? I mean, you went down hard...”

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Few moments there were that he would be found so vulnerable. He had more or less undressed during the hour they spent resting. Time spent re-lacing his boots and wrapping his arms once more. He cannot help notice the prying eyes of the monk on him. Both appendages are littered with scars, all of them different from one another. "If you are going to ask, it would be best if you didn't." - for Beau if it wasn't obvious omfg

{ An old ask ahhh! | @wiidogasted }

There’s not a lot that Beau didn’t notice. She’d sort of made it her job to notice things–long before she left the Cobalt Reserve in Zadash. Long before she was sent there, even. Being a conscripted bookkeeper for your family will do that to you, it seemed.

The scars along Caleb’s arms certainly caught Beau’s notice. As did the request to not ask about them. She hadn’t meant to stare–maybe she just zoned out a bit.

“Oh, sorry,” Beau blinked, quickly averting her eyes. “I, uh…wasn’t staring on purpose. But…none of those are fresh, right? Do you need like…Jester? Or someone to heal you?”

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▲ ( leaning your head against their shoulder ) @ beau

{ This one | @firebroken }

She’s not sure how to react to this. Beau glances over–nope, he’s not sleeping. Just…resting his head. On her shoulder.

What–what is this. What does it mean? What is he doing?

Caleb had always struck her as pretty touch-averse, so the sudden…act? of affection? (is that what this is?? does this count??) comes as a definite surprise.

Not to mention Beau has never been 100% sure whether or not Caleb even likes her. Though after the Bowl Incident, it seemed like they’ve both made an effort to be…understanding? Friends, even?? Is that what was happening? Friendship?

Shut up, Beau. Maybe he’s just tired. You’re tired too. It’s been a long fuckin’ day. Just fuckin’ go with it.

“Uh…” She clears her throat quietly, but doesn’t make an attempt to move the wizard. “I can’t imagine that’s the best pillow. Kinda…bony, y’know? But, uh…if you’re tired, I can take the rest of the watch. It’s no problem.”

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"Do I believe myself, or someone else?"

{ A Meme? | Probably Not Accepting | @wiidogasted }

“Uhh…”

Beau waffles a long time before answering. There are other members of the Nein nearby–within earshot–and she doesn’t really want to bring up the dark shit from his past around the others. That’s his business.

“Are you–are you being serious? Like…seriously asking? Or was that rhetorical? I’m just…uh, y’know. Tryin’ to be more tactful. Yeah.”

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❝Just let me take care of you. Why are you so stubborn?❞ (for Beau from donutmedic~)

{ Meme Time! | Probably Accepting? | @donutmedic }

Beau was positively pouting. Sure, she was stubborn, but why? Why the fuck not? It was just who she was.

“Well, I mean, I gave you my healing kit. You could…maybe, use it?” She didn’t mean to sound condescending. That’s just how she…spoke. Sort of.

“I’m not trying to be stubborn…I mean…actually, I’m fine? Like…I’ll heal. It’s totally fine.”

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