#oc: cadfael

[jonyxtion]

Job Application for @inkandlaces-if

-> Opening the attached file

Romance: Hana

And here is my second one, a fine welsh man looking for a position as a "business manager". And wow this one actually took time for research. But again it was a lot of fun to create everything u see here.

[heylelumus]

RIP Duncan Gadder 🙏🏼 siempre te recordaremos como el perro que le rompió la cara al muñequito de porcelana de Kyrios.

@caos-y-libertinaje @anarchypig0

[entropiasgift]

Cadfael meets la bourgeoisie:

I feel so seen. So validated.

[anarchypig0]

The gold and the power // The gold and the blood

Blessed by the Sun, Harbringers of the War

[hanteeyo]

new colors for my boys

[murderspice]

Day I. Cousin's Keeper | Praise Kink

PHEW I MADE IT shout out to @captastra for putting this together (you can find the prompts here!) and to @highend-fade for enabling me and my fresh cadllario rot <3

my other entries: Day III | Day IV (nsfw) | Day V | Day VI | Day VII

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"So."

"So?"

"You and my cousin."

That was the very start of the conversation, so blunt it nearly made Cadfael laugh aloud. Lucanis was precise with everything he did, exceedingly so. Even in a relaxed setting like this one, within the lighthouse library, he arrived armed with only his silver coffee cup and a schooled expression.

Rook didn't say anything in response, but he did turn from his sorting of the bookshelf to lean against it and prompt Lucanis to continue.

"You two seemed…very close, last night."

Ah, right. They did say their goodbyes right outside the Cantori Diamond, after Illario had given him a personal tour of Treviso. Goodbyes that were…charged.

(They hadn't kissed, but it was a very near thing. Cadfael still didn't know if the ache in his chest could be called mistrust or longing.)

Still, something about the way Lucanis said it made Cadfael want to bristle on instinct. He crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Alright, sure. Let's run with that. Am I about to get a shovel-talk? 'Break his heart and I'll kill you, Rook'?

"Rook." Pin-point precision, yet again, giving Cadfael pause. "You are my friend. And I have trusted my cousin with my life more times than I can count."

"…But?"

"And," the Crow corrected gently, eyes focused on a knot in the grain of the wooden table in front of him. "He is very good at what he does. And, I don't want to see you hurt."

That was the last thing Cadfael wanted to think about. He wasn't naive to it, not at all— from the very beginning, he knew that Illario was an assassin who used his charm to lure his marks. Illario wasn't shy about his work, and Cad was pragmatic enough to brace for the inevitable asking of a favor that may follow one day.

It didn't stop him from wishing, foolishly, that he could have something nice for himself, just this once.

The lighthouse continued its low humming symphony of magic in motion around them, even as the conversation went silent. Neither of them looked at each other for some time, Cadfael eyeing the bookshelves restlessly as Lucanis nursed his cooling coffee mug with a mirroring tension in his shoulders.

They had come a long way from that horrific extraction from the Ossuary. Had this conversation happened a month ago, they would've been throwing knives, literally and figuratively. Now…

"Alright." Cadfael started, forcing his hands to relax where they clung to his own arms. "I trust you, Lucanis." He cracked a grin for the other, even if it didn't completely reach his eyes. "Thanks. For the warning."

Lucanis quietly studied his face, before leaning forward in his seat with a sigh. "There could be a chance. I could be concerned for nothing, and you won't need that warning. A small chance, but…it is there. It's been…I don't know how long it's been, since he took a real interest in someone else. My memory's still…rusty. Muddy? Mierde."

Cadfael snorted, which earned him the assassin's rueful smile.

"If it does turn out that way, somehow, then…" He swirled the last dregs of his drink, putting on the gravest tone of voice he could muster. "Break his heart, and I'll kill you, Rook."

This time, Cadfael did laugh aloud.

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[stoukadraws]

Wanted to doodle a little interaction between these two 😬

[hare-of-highever]

A fond memory of Warden-Commander Tabris: Alistair with his daughter Nimuen and her noble steed, 9:39 Dragon

[googlyeyes-blogs]

New ocs are here!! The left one is Rajah and the other one is Cadfael and here’s the summary of their story.

On a secluded island shrouded in mystery and inhabited by magical creatures, there lived a powerful tribe ruled by a wise and revered chieftain. The chieftain, a man of great strength and wisdom, had two sons, each brimming with potential but possessing vastly different qualities. The younger son, Cadfael, was known for his courage and fierce determination, always eager to prove himself in the eyes of his father and the tribe. His older brother, Rajah, was a gentle soul, drawn to the mystical creatures that roamed the island and harbored a deep curiosity about the world beyond their shores.

Rajah is 22-25, Cadfael is 18-20. This is only temporary, I’ll expand more on their information and story! :>

[hobgoblinsandpeachfuzz]

so i did make a whole tav to be in a love triangle with raphael and the emperor but then my buddies and i were joking and now this is my otp 5eva

this is the dynamic btw

lower demon of ambition cadfael and rich boi cambion raphael trying to outdo each other with all the deals they make

don't you forget about me and all that

[overlords-oc-development]

Madison Rosehearts: I know you like them~ Cadfael Kingscholar: I do NOT like Emerald! Madison Rosehearts: ...I never said who... Cadfael Kingscholar: *realizes* Cadfael Kingscholar: ...Shit. Well anyways-

[stolenpath]

This is how Cadfael and Casper talk in book one and two. Except Cad just doesn't stop. He talks like a Victorian child.

A random assortment of archaic/disused English words that should still be used:

brust (bristled or bristly)

coolth (coolness. We still have 'warmth' so why did this one disappear????)

ambiloquent (using ambiguous language)

downsteepy (steeply descending)

mazeful (confusing)

evulgate (to send out among the people, to publish or distribute)

toploftical (haughty)

hazardry (risk-taking)

dizzard (a fool, jester, or stupid person)

againster (someone who is habitually opposed to things or 'against' things)

loselry (behavior characteristic of a losel, which is similar to a 'loser,' except the connotation encompasses "profligate" or "scoundrel")

plaguey

malengine (evil intent, fraud, deceit)

beasten (of or pertaining to beasts)

wranglesome (contentious and prone to quarreling)

dwine (to waste away)

[stolenpath]

This one is pretty out of pocket to be honest. Also spoilers? But it only makes sense if this has been established so it’s fiiiine.

[anarchypig0]

Hola! Si te sumas al cuestionario, te diré los números y tú eliges con quién responderlo. ¿Jugamos? 2, 5 , 6 y 16

Como algunas ya han salido, las reparto en base a eso

Eurwen 🐲:

What do strangers notice about them first? Igual que con Cadfael voy a hacer el disclaimer de que cada personaje se fijará en unas cosas u otras de él dependiendo de quién mire y sus intereses y bagaje. Mide dos metros el señor, así que muy probablemente eso sea lo primero que llame la atención. Eso y su pelo, que no voy a describir otra vez más por no ser pesado. Mirando un poco más llamaría la atención lo plana y neutral que es su mirada, lo poco interesado que parece en cualquiera de las cosas de su alrededor, al menos inicialmente.

What do they smell like? Uf. Objetivamente debería oler a viaje (a botas manchadas de polvo de camino y mucho a cuero usado), a sangre probablemente no porque esta se seca y se limpia. Poéticamente seguro que huele a humo.

How has their childhood affected the way they view an aspect of their life (people, education, society, themselves, etc)? Ufff, la infancia de Eurwen es un gran campo de incógnitas (aparte de que se crio más cercano a su hermano que a sus padres seguramente) pero creo que lo que sí tengo claro que todavía le afecta es que al comienzo tenia una cierta desesperanza vital por no encajar y no entender a los demás. No encajar con sus compañeros, no encajar con su sociedad, no entender el sentido de que las cosas funcionen como lo hacen… Tengo el headcanon de que a Ythel le preguntaba mucho y las respuestas no le satisfacían. Luego, un día, todo encajó aunque no de la mejor forma para todos.

Cadfael✨:

Do they have a “tell” for when they’re lying? Mi headcanon es que a Cad se le da muy bien mentir… o mostrar lo que los demás quieren ver en él, capas incluidas. Aunque no suele haber mucha mentira cuando habla, hay muy poquita sinceridad; y si hace falta está dispuesto a mentir deliberadamente para conseguir sus fines aunque sí es muy consciente de que mentir es un riesgo que tienes que calcular para que no te atrape después. Y en cuanto a cómo saber cuando lo hace... lo que le delate de estar mintiendo (y que sea algo importante que le ponga nervioso) es que se quede aún m��s quieto de lo que está habitualmente, como un animal cuya respuesta ante una amenaza no es ni atacar (porque no tiene fuerza), ni huir (porque no es lo suficientemente rápido) sino paralizarse (y esperar que su depredador deje de fijarse en él y se vaya).

[hanteeyo]

cadfael + vasilis + memes

[murderspice]

Day V. Consequences of Actions | Skinny Dipping

oop *poors your little meow meow*

hugs to @captastra for putting this together (you can find the prompts here!)

my other entries: Day I | Day III | Day IV (nsfw) | Day VI | Day VII

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"I take it they decided you would soften me up for questioning."

Illario was in just as sorry a state as he had been when he was first thrown into this room, ironically similar to the one he had held Caterina in only a week prior. He sat on the floor against the wall, blood long dried and bruises yellowing. His hair tie was missing, leaving his unwashed hair to hang despondently in his face, and his stubble had grown to an unkempt degree that made his face itch instinctively. He hadn't been given a change of clothes yet either, if he was to be given any at all.

He had been kind enough to leave Caterina unshackled in her captivity, at the very least. Perhaps a foolish decision, on his part, given how things turned out. That same courtesy was not extended to him now, his right ankle shackled to a very solid chain that had been bolted into the floor, destroying the intricate tile work in the very center of the room to ensure it was properly reinforced. It was better than the manacles he had started in, but it was all undoubtedly just another show.

Another way to demoralize him. As if he needed it. He had already been thoroughly humiliated in front of every single House of the Antivan Crows.

Still, he couldn't bring himself to look up at his guest, for fear of the expression he'd find on that face. Instead, he merely waited for a response, dark eyes stuck on a point out of focus.

"They did," Cadfael's voice smoothly relented, eventually. "I told them to fuck themselves."

Illario huffed, leaning his head back against the wall. "Here for your own interrogation, then?"

Cadfael ignored the question in favor of another. "The very first time we met, you were already working with the Venatori, right? It wasn't enough to strike that first deal and be done with it, that isn't how they work. They kept you close for some time, enough for you to still find them valuable even after it came out Zara lied to you. At least enough for you to have them at your heels in the opera house."

He was picking at wounds that still weren't healed over with clinical precision. Illario wanted to be angry. He wanted to fight again until they both bled, just to feel something other than this bone-deep sorrow.

"Astute as ever, Rook."

Calling him that again was meant to hurt him back, just a little. Cadfael had admitted to him once that the nickname was starting to mean less to him, the more it became synonymous with the hero everyone expected him to be. It became impersonal. Anyone could call him Rook. Everyone did.

Nothing in the sound of his breathing or his voice betrayed if the hit landed. He pressed on as if nothing had been said. He was always good at keeping himself on track, if he wanted something badly enough.

"Then you had to have known how badly they wanted me dead. For my work in Tevinter. For my part in breaking Lucanis out. For everything else after that."

The assassin tilted his head curiously. "…I knew of this, yes."

"And yet somehow, they never ambushed me. Almost as if nobody ever tipped them off whenever I was here."

Illario lost his ability to breathe for a dreadful moment. It was true, he had kept his knowledge of Cadfael's whereabouts to himself just as closely as he kept his involvement with the Venatori from the rest of the Crows. But to admit to it was to admit to his own terrible weakness.

His whole life he had been told that to love was to expect tragedy. He used to think it was a terribly maudlin sentiment, but maybe there was truth to it after all. He loved his Grandmother so much that he grew to resent her for her cruelty. He loved his cousin so fiercely that he would rather seem him dead and at peace than caught in the crossfire of his ambitions and in turmoil. He didn't have the heart to kill either of them by his own hand, and they both returned with vengeance.

"I want to believe that it meant something to you." The familiar feeling of eyes boring into the side of his face still didn't make Illario turn. "But you're very convincing. Maybe Zara and I both fell for the same act."

He already knew that he had lost Cadfael when he chose his place at Lucanis' side over his. To fan at dead embers would waste both of their time. He forced his throat to work again.

"It was strictly business."

A beat of silence.

"I believe you."

It was the uncharacteristic absence of all emotion from his voice that finally made Illario look up in his direction.

Cadfael, in a halo of moonlight from the windowsill he leaned against with arms crossed, wasn't looking at him, but he could see his eyes all the same. Devoid of their fire, that beautiful, burning passion that had drawn him in the night they met.

Resignation did not suit him like the moonlight did.

"Lucanis will come to visit you again tomorrow." Cadfael pushed off the wall, never once glancing back. "Goodbye, Illario."

Before Illario's panic could catch up with him and make him say something, anything, the door was already closing behind Cadfael's retreating form. The shuffling footsteps from the other side of the wall were unsteady, at first, but they evened out as they grew more distant.

Illario was alone once more.

Truthfully, there was no greater torture that the Crows could subject him to than this: forcing him to sit alone with his heartbreak and acknowledge it for what it was.

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