#feuerwizard

@feuerwizard asked: "You keep your eyes on me." to Jester. (post-campaign au after they're hooking up?)

He hasn't had this much energy for this entire trip, and now he's got this irrepressible energy that does not match anyone else in the party at all. Light-hearted, go-get-'em; this recent thing was walking under a tree just as it turned loose of the snow on the upper branches, sending a cascade down. He doesn't even bother shaking it off.

She hasn’t made any secret of the fact that she’s watching him. Her gaze has been intermittent, but studious - every once in a while they’ll catch each other watching. She’ll keep eye contact. It’s gone on most of the evening when she finally approaches, less striding than slipping. Were Caleb not pretty well aware of her presence already, he might well have been startled.

Thankfully not the case. She keeps observing him in silence for a few moments, going from face to hands and back to face. Her eyes narrow. She speaks - for the first time he’s heard despite the fact they’ve been in reasonably close contact for a few days now.

“How much of it is hand movements?”

Pause.

The bookstore had drawn Niamh in with its intricate sign. It had been a long time since she'd purchased any books - they were cumbersome to carry while traveling. Still, it didn't hurt to peruse, and maybe she could find something small to bring with her. Maybe an apothecary book or a silly little romance novel.

She spied a book with an interesting spine, but it was on a shelf out of her reach. Curse her short legs and arms. A frown tugged at her lips until she noticed someone taller nearby. A man with ginger hair and a long coat.

many moons had passed since the two had first met in the quietness of a coruscantian library. even though both were busy with their daily duties, every now and then a force larger than life, or perhaps destiny, had brought them in the very same haven of recorded knowledge. whether or not her company had become to feel more natural for caleb, he hadn't backed away when the senator had sat down on the other side of a long table, where the familiar sight of piled books and a not so well hiding frumpkin had easily caught her undivided attention. after a quick verbal exchange padmé had 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 on the draft under work in her datapad, and a few moments had rolled by in pleasant silence. as his communication device buzzed, she lifted her gaze and noticed a hint of a smile on his lips. ❝ your partner ? ❞ she suggested out loud. ❝ i apologize. i believe i haven't seen you smile like this before. ❞

@feuerwizard asked: ❛  don’t do anything stupid until i get down there.  ❜ (to beau)

it wasn't beau's fault that the plan was already falling apart. well, okay, maybe it was -- but she'd at least tried to do her part that caleb had definitely said to wait until they were both in position. but everything was laid out perfectly ( in hindsight, maybe it wasn't, but hells, it had seemed like it ) and she'd taken her chance. but now, it appeared that the flawless plan a that they'd created was most definitely being crossed off the list. her feet were moving across a bumpy path near the outside of the building, soon leaping up to grab onto a part of the fence to get away from a few guards that were on her tail. she just had managed to get herself into a safe spot, seemingly undetected, when she'd heard caleb's message from her sending stone.

she rubbed her forehead, wiping away a bit of the sweat that was accumulating before she replied. " yeah, so, the stupid already happened. " there was a brief pause before she continued. she could already imagine the furrow of his brow and the disappointment without even seeing him in person. " i'm hiding, but i think i lost them. at least they're distracted? " a beat. " sorry. unless this works, then not sorry. " if it helped, she wasn't going to do anything else stupid until he got here.

He tosses and he turns in his bedroll but he can't get comfortable. If he starts to drift he's quickly awoken by the smallest of noises be it an animal, a branch being snapped or even a footstep around. He knows some of his companions are likely still awake and even if they aren't his ears just seem to be more prone to picking up every possible noise - sometimes imagining it into existence. Aksel knew he needed sleep, his eyes were tired but he couldn't settle.

An hour or so passed before he finally admitted defeat and pulled tunic back on along with his pants to make himself a little more presentable when he stepped out from his tent. He'd intended to get a fire going so he could sit by it and warm his bones but the flicker of the fire came into view already.

So someone was awake.