#cjonsommer

@kirkwallschamp​ That's 100% absolutely no excuse for the shit he has pulled since then. I love him but he has been ABSOLUTELY hypocritical and shifty as all fuck.

i mean i disagree but its whatev

                For a moment, she almost expects him to just keep walking. Not that Fjord has ever ignored her jokes; sometimes he even plays along, even when he’s trying really hard to be a serious man on a mission, a team member or a leader or a captain, or whatever he’s doing nowadays. She’s not sure he knows. So her eyes get bigger, her smile small, expectant.

“Yessss,” Jester whispers to herself, watching him look back and forth between their hands as he falls right into her trap. It’s not big or particularly mischevious, but the Traveler appreciates a prank of any kind, and this one definitely counts. What she doesn’t expect, however, is for Fjord to give her hand a squeeze and just... well, let it happen.

  ‘  something  like  that ,  sure .  ‘ 

 yasha  nods ,  following  him  out .  she  doesn’t  have  a  particular  destination  in  mind ;  just  needs  to  clear  her  head ,  and  she  knows  fjord  won’t  attempt  to  make  conclusions  as  to  what  it  is  she  needs .  he’s  a  good  friend ,  even  if  he  makes  questionable  decisions  at  times .  

she  can’t  deny  she’s  done  the  same  thing  in  her  time .  they  all  have  decisions  they  regret ;  some  haunt  yasha  years  after ,  ones  carved  into  her  skin  in  throes  of  battles  past  and  others  she  can’t  forget  about .  the  ones  that  keep  her  up  at  night .  

the  park  is  clear  when  they  reach  it ,  and  yasha  is  grateful .  she’s  shy .  

         “ doing some reading and -- realized i couldn’t sleep. the motions. . . ” he makes a vague movement with his hand to represent the way the boat rocked to and fro before he settles against the railing again. where he hails from, there are no grand shipyards or port towns or --

      there is no ocean in rexxentrum or the villages around it. the smell of the sea, the way it lulled under them, so vast and dark and terrifying, it is all new to him. perhaps it’s what makes him so restless.

     fjord, though. fjord seems quite happy to be on the water. it’s strange to see him so at ease, his shoulders relaxed of the tension that normally built there. it must be nice to be in your element, caleb thinks absently, before he tugs his coat on tighter against the chill of the mist from the sea.

He put his hands behind his back as Fjord went about returning the artifact to it’s hiding place. Simple, but effective. It would block any sort of divination magic. A fact they had clearly made a point of working for, so he hadn’t taken it out for long. Simply enough time to cast spells to determine more.

“Not long at all. I was simply curious.“

“I took nothing. The artifact was all I cared about. And now my curiosity is sated.“ Sighing, he grinned at Fjord, saying, “I think the best reason is that I don’t believe in proportionate responses, and while your magic entails a water logged sword mine entails blowing up entire buildings.“ It was also within his power to take these memories away, but that felt disingenuous.