#traavelers

grabbing onto the weeds to keep from falling off the edge of the world or wednesdays

“ i’d  offer  you  moral  support ,  but  i  have  questionable  morals . ”

He’s surprised to see Lux on the outskirts of the festivities.  The few times he’s run into the half-elf, he’s been the life of the party.  With a chuckle he untangles himself from his current dance partner, and sidles up to Lux.  “Seems I like you better. Aren’t you flattered?”  The question’s accented with a gentle nudge to the shoulder.  “How’ve you been, then?”

  “Flattered?”

  The half-elf laughed, gold flashing in his hair and on his ears as he tossed his head back. He did not often find his confidence and spirit met by an equal, though the tiefling’s was surely teetering on the brink of cockiness more so than his own. Not that Lux minded it. Their previous encounters, entertaining as they had been, had come to pass way too quickly for his tastes, and with the last days of the harvest festival approaching, he had almost feared to miss another chance to dance with the other. Or learn his name, for that matter.

  “My friend, I am delighted to be blessed with such radiance.” He hummed, one arm easily finding his way around the other - just in case he thought about running off again.

 KINGSLEY   FALLS,   AND   HER   VISION     splits   into   three   ;   one   by   her   own   hand,   one   she   has   seen   only   in   her   sleep,   and   now,   when   everything   seems   to   crumble   around   her.   strange,   how   she   doesn’t   know   who   she’s   scrambling   for,   mind   foggy   with   fear-anger-loss,   uncaring   that   there   are   more   of   uk’otoa’s   minions   to   slay.   he’s   cold   to   the   touch,   and   for   a   moment   her   heart   stops   with   his.   for   a   moment,   there’s   rain   pouring   around   her   as   she   stares   down   at   an   empty   grave,   hears   his   voice   echoing   the   word   like   a   metronome,   like   the   slowed   down   ticking   of   a   clock.

his arms cross over his chest, head lolls back as he lets out a long, loud groan. there’s plenty of things taako could say to her ( oh, god, the things he could say to her ) but just the idea of that exhausts him. there’s no amount of talking that can take back what lucretia did to him– to all of them– and no amount of time is going to heal the pain she caused. frankly, it’s absurd to him that she thinks talking could fix anything– even more so that he would want to talk to her. but he knows how stubborn lucretia can be, and that she’s unlikely to let this go. he brings his head forward with a sigh, one hand rising to pinch the bridge if his nose while the other rests on his hip.

everything is shiny and new , the world from a different perspective than her bedroom window in nicodranas. a new family that never stays in place for very long, and yet it's still a home. jester misses her mother, the warm breeze and salty scented air. but in her time with the circus, she had learned so many things, found plenty of unexpected things. and the most of those things , was the friend she found in mollymauk. his charm infectious , drawn right to the tiefling who had been the first to welcome her. the ruby had promised she would be safe here, that they would take care of her. and they had lived up to that promise, jester now seemingly have found her place among those that belonged to the carnival of curiosities.