scawwy ✦ karlach cliffgate

[recession]

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[recession]

[ Oh... his expression softens with a sort of fragility and subtle tenderness, so slight it's a blink-it-and-miss kind of thing but maybe Karlach can squint. ]

Wonderful person in every way... Curious, inquisitive. Beautiful dark hair and eyes, but her soul was like sunlight.

Still sometimes wonder why she'd settled for someone like me. Not of noble birth and in servitude to her father besides. But somehow... he permitted it and she deigned to have me.

[ablazement]

[ablazement]

[leaves that there

i'm sorry karlach is so hopelessly, ridiculously a romantic, and this description makes her look like she wants to cry a little. it's like a visceral response of ougughhghh aaaa when he says her soul was like sunlight.

silence, for a moment, and then:]

Whatever you saw in her, she saw in you. Sort of how love works, you know? It just clicks.

[recession]

[ I'm losing it help... Karlach...!! She's so cute help me. Daan is quiet when she says that to her and this is probably the first time where he hasn't looked so chronically exhausted this entire time here, less lines. The faintest shadow of a smile while he zips up the kit. ]

...Maybe, maybe...

[ But it's less like (doubt) maybe and more like (uh-huh but being politely not too much of a sop on main) maybe. ]

[ablazement]

[she's so wobbly faced at this waaaaaah.]

I'm glad you had her. For however long. I know it's the kind of thing that's never going to go away, but that's good and bad, right? You've got her here.

[gently taps his chest, over his heart.]

You carry her with you.

[...]

Anyway - anyway, sorry, I'll stop being a big weepy mess about it, I just... it's nice to hear about love, even if it's not around anymore.

[recession]

[ ...

His softer expression wicks away like a candlelight going out. Back to being pretty sober as he raises a hand to his chest quietly. ]

Don't worry about it. Anyway, check-up's done.

[ablazement]

Thanks.

[her tail swishes back and forth.]

You're right about me overworrying. If I say something wrong, you're more than welcome to yell at me about it.

[but otherwise, she'll rest a hand on his back, and nudge him just a bit. walkies.]

[recession]

[ Sure, guess they can go for a walk. ]

I'm not that nice. I would speak up if you said something, so that's one thing you don't need to fret about.

[ablazement]

[she wants to go look at things.]

Hah. [fair enough!] Then I won't. Just telling you to not spare my feelings, yeah? Nobody else does.

[she says this like she really genuinely does not mind that. there's no like bitter tone to it or anything. honesty is good.]

[recession]

If you don't take my silence for compliance in return.

[ Well, they can get a change of pace by warping to island, or be more depresso with the swamp. What we feeling. ]

[ablazement]

[she wants OFF this swamp. let's go to the island and be bitten by sheep]

If you haven't noticed, I don't take silence very well at all. [she is joking at her own expense here.]

[recession]

...Good point.

[ That's on him, she has not been subtle in that regard. Off to the island they go, doesn't think too hard on how this happens because I didn't understand it very well the first time and I'm too lazy to reopen the page. ]

...

A break from the fog, finally.

[ablazement]

[yeah skerplowzers they're on the island]

Oh, not swamp air. The sun! [it's sunset but it's still there! casually takes off out towards the sand like an overgrown toddler aaaaaaaa beach!!!!]

[recession]

[ Oh, watches her get the zoomies. ]

Hold up now -- be careful not to get those bandages sandy or wet...!

[ That's gonna sting like a BITCH Karlach. ]

[ablazement]

[zoooooom

she does hear him, though, and while she does not stop in her attempt to get to the waves, she does hoist her fucked up hand into the air so it doesn't get sandy or wet. she's just running through the sand like the hamilton poster pose ig]

[recession]

[ I'm losing it. At least this helps bring his mood back up a little. He's standing on the line where grass turns to sand, crossing his arms and watching her have a load of fun.

She looks so happy... ]

[ablazement]

[this is one of those things that she can't help herself with, really - the weekend sucked, but she knows she has to keep going. she wants to experience every little thing that she can. she wants the grass and the sun and the waves, she wants to share it with people. she wants to fill her lungs with fresh air and dig her toes in the sand, she wants to live as hard as she can. until she's exhausted every last bit of it.

so she does! she does. she goes up to her knees in the waves and stares out at the sunset, her tail whipping back and forth, hand pressed to her chest, above her slowly glowing heart.

and then she glances over her shoulder at him, and gestures. come on!!! come out...]

[recession]

[ It's a good way to live, it really is. Daan seems content to watch her live the moment to her fullest, feel the sun even when it's too hot, feel the water even though it does little to extinguish the heat, not until it's too much.

He's fine like that, shifting his weight more onto one leg and observing this silhouette until she waves him over. He looks down at his fucked up shoes, his feet that're still healing from the callouses and wounds of walking so many miles in unfit loafers, and he thinks it's probably not an amazing idea but really, how much worse can it get?

Don't answer that, obviously. He steps out into the sand and a bit closer, just short of the waves lapping at his worn soles. ]

Having fun?

[ablazement]

Yeah.

[she says, a little breathless, pleased. the smile on her face is bright and genuine, for the first time in what feels like an age.]

Gods, I love the waves. This place is fucking grand.

[recession]

Ever been to a place like this before?

[ The phrasing makes it sound like maybe she has, but he wouldn't know. ]

[ablazement]

Yeah. Baldur's Gate is a port city. Loads of beaches. This reminds me of home.

[recession]

Sounds like a nice home, if this place reminds you of it.

[ Port city... he's seen one, but it probably wasn't very beach-y. ]

[ablazement]

It's the best. Clearest waters you've ever seen. Noisy as shit, full of right bastards, but everything about it is worth it.

[the way she talks about it is like an old friend. a touch of longing, a touch of nostalgia. it's very clear that she adores the place she came from.]

[recession]

[ That's so sweet. Daan is quiet for a moment, letting her reminisce about it. ]

You clearly love the place.

[ablazement]

[she glances at him with a little smile.]

Mum used to joke that it was my first love. [her tail swishes.] Might be that's not even a joke. It's home. It's - hope, for me.