#thelyss

@thelyss said:

" is that blood ? "

"Uh—" Zandi leaned heavily against the stone rail of the bridge and checked his face with one hand—his cheeks, his brow, his forehead. There was more blood there than was decent. He ran his fingers up through his hair briefly and yeah, that came away wet and redder than sweat, too.

"S'not all mine." He probably got nicked somewhere—his face burned like road rash. But it was hard to work out whose blood was whose when he'd gotten scraped across a creepy ritual circle painted with the stuff an hour ago.

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The war in Elturel may have ended, but the memories of it welled up in Ashen's mind like a storm, every day of his life. It had become an obsession. His ceremonial cape may have been so full of medals that he glimmered like another sun in the streets of the fortress, his name and career gilded with tales of legend and fearless feats – but he did not feel like a hero or a saviour. He could not save Rheighar. The war may as well have been lost.

Elturel's landscapes reminded him of devastation. So he needed to get away from all of it. There was fair pay to earn elsewhere – with nobles who may have cared more about flaunting the fact they could afford a Hellrider as their personal guard rather than the actual protection they provided, but fair pay nonetheless.

It had been a few weeks since he had accepted the offer of a drow prince, after careful consideration – their cultures were drastically opposed, but perhaps that was what he needed to change his state of mind. The heir to the throne, he found out, was not so harsh as he had imagined, though still regal in his attitude and commanding respect.

thelyss asked: 👻- Is a ghost! - for caleb, maybe after caleb's died of natural causes? :(

This was not what Caleb had expected when he passed away. He expected getting to see his parents again, seeing one if not a few of the gods, not to be in the house that had been home for so many decades. To see his family, friends in the space and not be able to say or do anything yet. He felt like a candle flame in the breeze, weak and sputtering but the longer he seemed to be stuck here the more he was able to effect and do.

He watched Essek and noticed that the cats were able to see him, follow him and hoped there was a way he could get the drow's attention that way without making things too extreme.

Caleb doesn't EASILY get cold for obvious reasons. Fire has always been his domain, or well...he's not going down that road right now. There is, however, a very lovely fire crackling in the fire place, illuminating the room, and he's curled up beneath a blanket with the other, no clothes required. Though he supposes to would help with the warmth, not that he minds.