#proelioprocusi

[taleswritten]

@proelio-procusi sent [ hiding ] sender finds out that receiver has hidden an injury from them - from Merrill to Fenris

nonverbal prompts||accepting

He'd been doing pretty good at hiding his injury up until now. His body had betrayed him after a while, blooding pouring heavily from the gash hidden behind clothing. It starts to soak the fabric and Fenris inwardly curses, especially when Merrill notices.

"I am fine." Fenris is quick to say before she can fuss over him. He realizes he doesn't seem fine but he has far worse before and he'd been just fine.

Granted, they should probably stop to take care of this injury at some point. However, he wants to keep going and ignore the injury until he has no other choice. It's not the right place to stop. They can stop when it's safe.

"Just keep going."

[cupcakesmuses]

[ Send a love letter to my muse! for @proelio-procusi​ ]

To: Mr. Caleb Widogast, c/o Watchmaster Bryce Feelid

Alfeild  Alfield, Marrow Valley

From: Ms. Gem Stardust, c/o Vosna

The Old Mud Hole Tavern, Trostenwald

Dear Caleb,

I hope this letter finds you well. Heck, I hope it finds you at all. Ain’t ever been to Alfield. I’m not from Wildemount. Not sure I ever mentioned that to you.

Anyway, I heard you and some friends got up to some real big heroics! Savin’ the town and everything! No one mentioned your name, don’t worry. I know you’re a bit private. That’s okay. Not like me. Haha. They just said you was handsome and well a general description of ya. I knew it was you. I knew you’d do something great one day.

Also heard about your group and some crazy ass circus attack? Please write back because I HAVE GOT to hear more about that! People saying a lot of different things about that. I’m sure half of it ain’t even true. Sure the real story is way better. And if you let me write a song about it, I’ll make sure things are accurate before any poetic license is added.

I just wanted to say I was thinking of ya. That’s all really. That party was one of the best nights of my life and not cause we had good booze and good food and got to put on a fancy dress (and a real smart suit). You know how I was-- all down on myself. I do like performing, honest. I wouldn’t be making my livin’ that way if I didn’t. But stuff like that sometimes, you know, fancy people, makes me nervous. And I know how shy you get too, so you being there with me really made a difference. Thank you.

You mean a lot to me, Caleb. I just needed you to know that. You’re a good guy, even though sometimes I think you don’t think too much of yourself. I get it. I feel that way, too, sometimes. Surprise. Haha.

Take care of yourself. Let your new friends take care of you, too. I hope I get to meet ‘em someday. They sound pretty colorful. I think you could use more color in your life, Caleb.

Be careful.

Love,

Gem

[mutherlessarch]

❛ people can do worse things than kill you  ❜ - from Ciri for Sadshi

" i'm aware. " sadashi stares at the spot that used to hold isamu. this is stupid. she's supposed to be their leader. she's supposed to be in charge. she's an idiot. " we can't let her go like that. "

sadashi has never been very good at being a team player. too moody. too grumpy. too much in her own head when the team really needs her to be on. but right she grasps both of ciri's hands. " we can't lose her. not here. not like this. come with me. just this once. help me. i'll owe you something. anything. a favor even. "

he can feel the fuzzy edges of his pact bristling. the warlock knows. this dangerous. a dangerous promise to make when your patron is listening and they are always listening. " i know she's annoying, and i know we argue a lot. but i won't let her give herself up to someone who might do worse and kill her just to get the two of us out of a tight spot. i'm not letting her die. we have to go get her. "

[tadbitfooled]

16. what is/are your muse's love language(s)? - whichever muse you feel like you don't get to talk about enough

romance & relationship headcanons!

just filled this out for my uquiz, so I'll list them (I gave each one two)

Words of Affirmation

Aella Dekarios

Anatol Byron

Gwenifar van Hol

Perun Dekarios

Talilah Bluethorn

Quality Time

Arakhivaen Saliriador

Briza Jaelre

Durante Faust

Frits Farehill

Gwenifar van Hol

Tavinkas

Physical Touch

Aella Dekarios

Chiela Ancunin

Durante Faust

Klaudius Sarrick

Kyrirthlila Bluethorn

Talilah Bluethorn

Acts of Service

Arakhivaen Saliriador

Briza Jaelre

Chiela Ancunin

Kyrirthlila Bluethorn

Tavinkas

Receiving Gifts

Anatol Byron

Frits Farehill

Klaudius Sarrick

Perun Dekarios

[melpcmene]

“ the best, though i could do without grog's snoring. ” he lets out a small chuckle, appearing to be in a chipper mood. he moved to where keyleth was and looked over her shoulder slightly. “ so what are you making? what's on the menu today? ”

@melpcmene asked: it's been a while since i slept through the night without any nightmares. ( percy @ keyleth! )

Keyleth offered a gentle smile as she looked at him. "I'm glad you were able to get a good night of rest then." She spoke as she milled about to make sure breakfast was ready for everyone.

[ftwpositiviity]

PROELIO-PROCUSI.

ANONYMOUS SAID;  @proelio-procusi is such a joy to interact with! it's easy to get invested in faer threads, and faer so pleasant to chat with too! not to mention that fae know faer characters really well

[themightyzwei]

[ @proelio-procusi​ sent for Caleb from Astrid ]

“ sometimes I wish you waited for me. ”

“Waited for you?” Caleb was genuinely surprised, glancing to Astrid. But only for a moment. He couldn’t hold her gaze for more than a moment. Because he wished he had, too. Even if he knew it wouldn’t have ended well.

“You really would have come with me?” He said it, obviously not believing her.

[voiceofduality]

@proelio-procusi liked ❤️ (accepting)

Professor Widogast would often walk around the halls alone, carrying more books he seems to have the physical strength for and reading through student's assignments even before he's had the time to reach his office. He has a reputation of being a workaholic, aloof and quiet around the rest of the staff and extraordinary kind to students.

It's one of those days when he's returning to his office at a decent hour, meaning he'll probably go home soon, if no students decide to show up at his door with questions he'd gladly answer for hours. That's when he spots a familiar face, and stops dead in his tracks.

"...Wulf?"

[archived-hellesfeuer]

*    @proelio-procusi​​​​    —    I  DON’T  HAVE  TIME  TO  THINK  ABOUT  MYSELF.  EVERYTHING  I  DO  IS  A  REACTION  TO  WHAT  HAPPENS  AROUND  ME.  MAYBE  IT’S  TIME  I  START  TAKING  CONTROL.  

ASTRID   IS   BRILLIANT,   AND   HE   WONDERS   HOW   SMART   HE   IS,   IN   FACT,   WHEN   HE   DID   NOT   SEE   IT   UNTIL   REXXENTRUM.         he   knows   of   her   back   in   blumenthal,   of   course      —      a   small   hamlet   such   as   theirs,   there   are   few   strangers      —      but   they   are   not   friends.      or   .   .   .      more.      whatever   they   are   becoming   now.   

bren   smirks   across   their   table   in   the   library,   fingers   tightening   around   the   tome   in   his   hands   in   anticipation,   though   he   tries   to   school   his   expression   to   not   show   such   excitement.            “      so   you’re   going   to   do   it?      ”            he   asks   in   zemnian.      they   are   quiet   and   alone;      their   ‘provincial   tongue’   is   not   a   concern   here.      in   fact,   it   is   a   comfort.            “      you’re   going   to   accept   master   ikithon’s   offer?      ”   

he’s   already   talked   wulf   into   it,   after   master   ikithon’s   conversation   with   the   three   of   them   after   lessons   earlier   in   the   week.            “      we’re   already   special,      ”            bren   continues,   now   with   a   sparking   grin.            “      let’s   make   it   official.      ”   

[adveanture-archived]

*    @proelio-procusi​​    —    A  KISS  OVER  A  WOUND 

THE   WARMTH   OF   HER   MAGIC   IS   FAMILIAR   AS   HER   TOUCH.         vax’ildan   feels   his   shoulders   relax,   dropping   the   tension   keeping   them   raised   up   around   his   neck,   posture   terrible   as   ever.            “      thank   you,   kiki,      ”            he   mumbles   sleepily.            “      sorry   about   this.      ”            eyes   shut,   he   nods   towards   the   bare   arm   with   the   wound,   her   hands   around   him,   pale   against   his   darker   skin,   her   lips   pulling   back   from   the   soft   kiss   to   accompany   her   spell.            “      wasn’t   fast   enough,   yeah?      ”            a   half-smirk   there      —      rare   indeed   for   anyone   to   catch   vax   unawares,   even   in   the   throes   of   battle.   

[dawnchampioned]

‘  i  was  wondering  if  maybe  you’d  like  me  to  teach  you  how  to  use  a  bow.  ’  it’s  something  she  has  been  thinking  about  for  a  while.  even  if  cassandra  never  has  to  pick  up  a  bow  to  defend  herself,  vex  thinks  it  might  help  her  at  least  feel  a  bit  more  comfortable.  a  bit  more  safe.  ‘  i  figure  it’s  something  we  could  do  when  we’ve  both  got  some  downtime.  ’  neither  of  them  get  very  much  of  it,  but  the  offer  is  placed  on  the  table  regardless  --  metaphorically  and  in  the  form  of  a  bow  used  by  whitestone’s  guards.

a  🏹  starter  for  @proelio-procusi​  (cassandra)  !

[illithicdreams]

❝ laughter is poison to fear. ❞ - from Lyria

game of thrones (book) starters // @proelio-procusi​

“And perhaps that’s why bards only seem to get decent pay at the worst times.”

A quick laugh followed by a sigh, there was a reason that she topped up most of her performances with a few ‘sleight of hand tricks’ as she liked to call them. People were cheap and a coin tossed here and there was not enough to support the lifestyle she felt that she deserved. Or at the very least, had gotten used to.

She glanced at the half-elf for a moment, a smile playing on her lips as she put her lyre away.

“But laughing in the face of fear is brave, perhaps stupidly so. After all, we’re not all knights who can slay a dragon.”

And unfortunately, those happened to be everyone’s favourite stories.

[mutherlessarch]

❛ what’s your favorite pastime? mine is reckless behavior ❜ - from Jester for Isamu

" love the way you think. " isamu grins, magic crackling in her hand as she watches the cleric with a critical eye. it's not everyday that these parts see holy people. her own healer is a warlock after all. the half-elf's eyes gleam with promise. new comes always have the best stories. " my favorite pass time is practicing and working with my friends. i guess my other one is the study of the graviturgy. but that's more a hobby than anything else. "

[melpcmene]

“ oh, darling. ” she could see the turmoil brewing in front of her, a sight to see but a sight familiar when it came to keyleth. a smile formed on her lips. her hand automatically going to stroke keyleth's hair. “ you know, words ain't necessary. actions, as percy has mentioned, speak louder than words. just so you know, dear. ”

@melpcmene asked: you're safe here with me. ( vex @ keyleth! )

Keyleth took a breath, and then another, and another and still couldn't find the words she wanted to say in response. She hated that there were times words came so easy to her and others when they just didn't want to function. She settled for resting her head into Vex's shoulder as she wondered in wild shaping into a cute creature to just rest the ranger's lap was a bad use of her abilities.

[chaosfleur-a]

@proelio-procusi​  ━ ❧ [ 🎵 ] is there a specific song or songs you associate with your muse? why is that?

There are ! 

Black Fox by Heather Dale is a song I listen to regularly when writing Artagan. In short, it tells of a black fox ( the Devil ) that tricks a group of huntsmen into chasing it all over the countryside. To be honest, it helps me get into the ‘ mindset ‘ when writing for this trickster ( and it’s just a catchy song in general ).

Oak & Ash & Thorn by The Longest Johns is another song I listen to when writing. I have no reasoning other than it’s folk, mysterious and slightly witchy vibes feed into my interpretation of Artagan.

Sing for Me ( Lohse Version ) by Borislav Slavov is one more and, like the above, it is because it feeds into my personal interpretation.

[themightyzwei]

“at least let me clean the wound!” - from Jester

“It’s not that bad.” Caleb clutched a hand over his arm. His inner arm where he was bleeding much worse than he was arguing. But lifting his sleeves meant taking of his ratty bandages and showing her what had been done to him. Exposing that to Jester... he couldn’t do that yet. He sat down, heavier than he meant to.

“I don’t need much, just... enough to close it.” Caleb hoped she had at least a little something left in terms of healing spells. But maybe not if she was insisting on doing so manually.