...OF THE ESTEEMED Eadwulf Greive, FIRST OF THEIR NAME, HAILING FROM THE REALM OF The Dwendalian Empire (Critical Role), RESIDING, AT PRESENT, IN THE Naval District. Unwed.
[ No one was perfect, neither of all was Eadwulf and he also could see signs of such deep inward trauma, it was in the cracks-- he'd had to deal with his cracks and he did not know or understand the things that Astrid and Eadwulf had done to survive, he could not imagine anything beyond his own survival. He also was certain that this wasn't something that him and Eadwulf could talk about, at least not without a goodly amount of whiskey between them and something approaching a stable foundation. It hurt but he felt helpless ]
I understand your need for punishment, just as I understand why I cannot be that one. [ He could not punish Eadwulf for doing something that needed to be done.
Caleb also knew that he wanted to forge something new with Eadwulf, but perhaps that would come in time. Eadwulf's pride would not at this moment allow himself to accept anything good, but maybe a drink over some Apple Brandy could help forge those new connections. ]
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Date: 2023-05-26 05:51 pm (UTC)I understand your need for punishment, just as I understand why I cannot be that one. [ He could not punish Eadwulf for doing something that needed to be done.
Caleb also knew that he wanted to forge something new with Eadwulf, but perhaps that would come in time. Eadwulf's pride would not at this moment allow himself to accept anything good, but maybe a drink over some Apple Brandy could help forge those new connections. ]
The Matron keep you safe, Wulf.