𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻.

“–both?” A guess, spoken in unison with her mirror image.

Oh, that was weird. Good to know. Keyleth’s cheeks flush as she bites at her bottom lip, surprised by how eerie this whole situation was quickly becoming.

Do I really make that face while I’m thinking? How long has that scuff mark been on my armor? I should really get that looked at, shouldn’t I?

Keyleth nods eagerly at the idea. “Oh! Okay, something only I would know. Or you. We. You get it.” She sits up straighter, listening attentively. Her face falls. Of course–that’s what she would bring up, too. A nervous laugh escapes her lips.

“You mean…the reason why I’m still scared to let myself feel that deeply for anyone? I mean, I still do–love, I mean–but it’s still scary as shit, right?” She pauses and sighs, playing idly with the blades of grass before her.

“I–we–we’re going to live a long time. It’s just a Druid thing, right? So…inevitably, people we know will die. And we’ll just…keep going. And the thought of watching our friends die–of watching Vax die–while we kept living…it was terrifying. Terrifying enough to keep love and happiness at an arm’s length.”

                                 it  was  a  moment  of  mixed  emotions.  her  heart,  and  stomach,  still  felt  as  if  it  wished  to  leap  from  her  stomach  before  they  tied  in  to  broken  knots  from  the  whole  situations  and  now   -----  as  the  other  her,  sitting  right  before  her,  recalled  every  thought  that  was  going  through  her  mind  before  it  was  said  by  the  other  --------   her  heart  broke  all  over  again.  she  was  so  scared  to  love  vax  and  watch  him  die  while  she  was  expected  to  keep  living  ....   became  her  future  anyway.  those  emotions  confusing  her,  taunting  her  from  excitement  of  magic  yet  remembering  a  time  she  wished  for  again  so  badly,  she  felt  guilt  for  feeling  such  things.

you  guys  !!   i  did  it  !!  i  met  marisha,  liam  and  matt !! asdfghjk  they  are  the  nicest,  kindest,  sweetest  people  i’ve  had  the  pleasure  to  meet.  they  genuinely  love  and  care  for  every  and  each  critter  that   has  come  to  see  them.  liam  gives  the  best  hugs gdi,  warm  emo  dad  hugs  are  the  best ...  marisha  literally  hug  me  so  tight,  she  wants  everyone  to  feel  so  loved ...   and  matt  jfc  they  most  precious  bean,  i  told  him  i  started  dming  because  of  critical  role  and  he  was  so  happy  for  people  to  play  and  experience  the  game,  he  loves  all  of  his  critter  babies. i  met  tal  for  0.5  seconds  as  my  friend  got  an  autograph,  i  didnt  have  the  money  for  him  so  i  told  him  i  was  there  for  my  friend’s moral support,  he  said  good  for  you  shook  my  hand  and  told  me  that  i  was  doing  good  supporting,  what  a  good  man  he  made  me  feel  like  an  old  friend.

what  a  weekend,  i  havent  scanned  anything  photos  or  autographs  yet  so  i  dont  want  to  post  crappy iphone  qualities, i  am  so  tired  but  they  said  they  would  be  back  to  england  most  defiantly.  if  you  were  there  i  hope  you  had  fun,  i  know  MCM  fucked  up  a  lot  of  things.

i  love  the  cast  and  this  show  with  all  my  heart,  everything  critter  i  met  had  a  heart  of  gold. 

tomorrow  and  this  weekend is MCM  London  and  ya’ll  critters  know  what  that  mean,  i  will be  meeting  some  of the  cast !!  and  im  literally  an  emotional  wreck  because  of  it.  i’ve  been  watching  critical  role  for  2  years  now  and  like  most  people  who  watch  it,  critical  role  has  saved  me  for  the  world  and  myself  more  than  once.  i  created  a  small  d&d  group  because and  got  so  much  closer  to  my  sisters.  i  found  a  d&d  group  online  (  nature  roll  on  3,  guys  )  and  now  i  can’t  imagine  my  life  without  them.  critical  role  means  so  much  to  be  and  i’m  glad  i  have  the  chance  both  saturday  and  sunday  to  say  thank  you  to  matt. i’m  going  to  ask  marisha  to  write i  have  passed  through  fire  so  i  can  have  it  tattooed  bc  i  related  to  keyleth  beyond  words  and  want  to  have  something   to  remind  me  to  keep  going,  plus  marisha  is  my  queen  and  i  can’t  wait  to  have  her  handwriting  on  me ...  forever.  and  i  finally  get  to  hug  the  sad-dad  liam  and  thank  him   breaking  my  heart  more  then  once.

sc. // @antleredleader

“I promise you this; if I’m good for anything at all, I’m always more than willing to listen.” Mollymauk had always been good at knowing how exactly a person was hurting and there was always a million different plans prepared to try to help in any way he could, if there was any helping the situation.

today  is  the  day  i  fight  the  rest  of  europe  for  photos/autographs  from  matt,  marisha,  liam  &  tal.   pray  for  me.

consider  this  a  starter/plotting  call,  my  friends,  for  all  verses.  if  i  cannot think  of  something  good  enough  as  a  starter  i  will  pop  in  to  your  ims  just  for  some  ideas !!  lengths  will  vary  and  i’ll be  a  lil  selective  but  i  miss you  guys  and  want  to  write  with  more  of  you!  ♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ)

                                                           “     but   gilmore   ..      “          her  eyes  as  wide  as  the  burning  sun  beside  them,  voice  cracking  like  a  child  trying  to  convince  their  parent  to  allow  them  to  do  something  tedious.  her  body  never  being  to  invasive  towards  his  but  her  chin  and  features  allowed  themselves  to  shift  towards  him,  leaning  it  closer.                  “     it’s  me.   i  wouldn’t  sell  you  --  stolen  goods.     “        a  crack  in  her  voice    ;    giving  away  the  truth?  or  a  sign  of  desperation  for  the  gold?  that  was  up  for  him  to  decide. 

Percy’s palette isn’t as worldly as he would like to pretend it is; he barely tried for anything new in Ank’harel, though he did like the taste of fusaka. Nevertheless, he uses her words as a jumping point for his imagination, and tries to think of what sort of dishes she could be speaking of. Well, perhaps he isn’t so much using his imagination as he is silently discussing with himself the likely vegetation, the cultures of the peoples around Zephrah, etcetera, but that is as close as Percy gets to stretch his creative thinking ( when it isn’t about a new contraption ).

He easily matches her step and follows her pace, no longer unnecessarily weighed down. “I’m not sure how interesting you would find it, but I’m more than happy to let you assist. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

                                             “     whatever  keeps  me  the  furthest  away  from  her.    “  she  was  quick  to  spit  the  word,  she  knew  percy  would  be  aware  of  whom  she  spoke  of,  the  only  person  thing  keyleth  wished  harm  to    -------  raishan  --------    being  with  her  tribe  again,  she  could  not  help  the  thoughts  that  plagued  her  as  she  walked  through  where  she  used  to  play  as  a child     ;     she  lived  close  to  a  small  tear  in  to   the  air  plane,  there  must  be  something  as  deadly  as  thordark  hidden  away  in  the  clouds  and  floating  stone.  what  happened  to  the  fire  ashari  ..   could  have  easily  have  happen too her  home,  she  dreaded  to  think.