...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.
Molly doesn't go too far past the front door and Eadwulf doesn't blame him. He knows already how this man feels about this place. That it's too small. Too cold. Too empty. He also knows that they'd fought about this, about him coming back to this place instead of staying at the house on the beach. He doesn't expect the other man to stay because he's certain he's done enough damage to keep the other man from trying to draw him back to a place he feels only barely wanted.
He wants to go and throw a towel at the man dripping in his doorway, but waits where he is, arms crossed. He's expecting more argument, perhaps some impassioned speech about the power of friendship or some absolute bullshit that Eadwulf knows to be manipulation. But instead, the fortune teller says that. He says that one name, looks so terribly concerned, that Wulf's heart clenches in his chest. His frown goes to worry in an instant. He's deeply worried about what might have happened to Caleb that had sent Molly here. The bone deep fear for Caleb's safety all but pours off him. He had left to protect the man and something has indeed happened in his absence. Perhaps Molly is here to say 'I told you so'.
He starts to head to where his spellbook sits, to gather it and his supplies up. If there is something wrong, then he must go. But then there's the rest and he stops in his tracks. His heart shatters at the news he hears. Silently, Wulf sits down heavily, hand still on his spellbook. So, the visions, they had been a portent then. He had seen the nightmare of Astrid leaving him behind, leaving him alone, only to have the reality of Caleb leaving. He should have been ready for this. He's lost this man far too many times now. It still hurts like the first time. He schools his expression into one of neutrality.
"Gone? Not dead? If he is dead, I will need a name. I will see it done." He stares past at the alter and the mask. "But not here. As in home? Good. He has things he needs to do." His tone is lacking even the inflection of any emotion. Not even callousness. He's shut himself down to handle this as he knows best. With the cold pragmatic precision of a well honed sword. "I'll see him again, when his threads are pulled to mine again. I know where he's headed after all. And even there, I'm never the lover he reaches for when he needs something and I haven't been for fifteen years. But I will be there for him when he needs it, eventually." He knows he's admitting to what had indeed passed between himself and that man once a long time ago. He's admitting to why he'd been so willing to live with them. Why he had left as well. "But I promise you, I know he will be well as can be considering what is to come."
He looks to Molly, so detached from what he should be feeling. He's purposely killed it, anything that might betray how much he hurts to know his chance to have any a fraction of Caleb's friendship was gone from him. He won't confront how really and truly alone he is now until he's alone. "Thank you for telling me this. Though you might want to watch the Shadowhand. He might not take this news well."
Any kind of type of fight and argument to prove this man wrong has seeped out of him, for the time being. He's been doing some thinking, long thinking, to perhaps make a step back and give the man space to breathe. He was too caught up in the thought that something horrible had happened and he could perhaps give a little bit of push for a change or something stupid like that. But before his thoughts could crystalize on what he was going to do- Caleb was gone. And he was here. He had to be. He's never been bad at guessing.
And he wasn't wrong this time either. A lover, huh? Caleb never mentioned it, but then again, Caleb rarely talked to them about anything that isn't the current situation they were in. If it were a different situation, Molly would laugh at himself for thinking he has secrets, when Caleb has layers of them. Expertly hidden. So Eadwulf's reaction explains a lot, not only right now, but all those conversations in the past too. It's also not his place to comment on the relationship, no matter how much he wants to shower him with questions.
"No, not dead. I don't believe so. Caleb's too smart to get himself into sort of trouble and not tell at least one other person what he's up to, in case things go wrong. Besides, I saw him yesterday evening. He was perfectly fine. So this was..." Molly wrings his hands, eyes locked onto some spot in the distance, wishing he could reach that damn "Goddess" and strangle her with his bare hands.
"...This was something else. I looked around," hence the current state of his looks, "and asked people, so going back is what probably happened." If anything else happened, he'd hunt them down first before even coming here. He's not going to toss the 'told you so' back at Eadwulf, even if he remembered that his words were kind of justified, he wouldn't do it to Wulf. Especially now that he knows the connection. Molly's an asshole, but not the type of asshole.
"Not a problem," he shakes his head. "I figured there was some kind of story between the two of you when you accepted to stay over, so I figured you should know. Also," he pulls out a few books, one in common, two thinner ones in Zemnian, and makes few steps in only to hand items over, "you can have these, they are his. I can't-" a pause- "-can't read Zemnian." Or speak it. Or read any normal books to begin with. They'll have more use here, even if it's just sentimental.
He stays seated. He doesn't want to stand and give away how much the news of the missing wizard really touched him. Later, when he's alone, he can mourn. Mourn for a third time, the loss of that man. But he can't do that now. Now is a time for information and distance. He can feel later. He considers telling Molly to sit the hell down too. Clearly, he's been racing about. He doesn't.
"I'm afraid I don't have anything like scrying to make certain. Even if I did, he is hidden from that. I wouldn't be able to find him until he wanted me to find him." No. Eadwulf knows the painful truth. He would never be the one to find Caleb. It would always be that man reaching out, and never towards him. He would always be the last option, when every other resource was used up. He doesn't blame the man. He can't.
"We'll keep an eye out anyway. Rabe and I. Just to make sure. And should we find out, either way, I'll send word." Meaning that if Caleb is really gone, he's absolutely not coming back to that house. Ever. The only reason he had been welcomed there in the first place is gone. He can't imagine himself being welcomed without the other human wizard there to vouch for him.
He blinks though when the books are handed to him. With gentle hands, he accepts them and turned them over in his palms. He smiles at the covers, but it's such a sad smile, full of nostalgic longing and heartache. He unconsciously cradles them to his chest. He hugs them to himself as if trying to cling to all he has left of his old friend. Once again, he hadn't gotten to say goodbye. And this time, there's no asylum for him to visit. There's no cottage with green beans that he may or may not be welcome near. "Thank you. This...it means a lot. You didn't have to give me these."
He knows that. Molly could have kept them. Could have given them to Essek. Could have done anything at all with them. Instead, he brought them here. "I know you said he was teaching you. I'm a poor substitute, I know that. I'll never be remotely as brilliant as him, but if you'd like, I can keep teaching you." Because he knows Caleb would like that. Caleb would want that. And a part of him does like the idea of sitting with Molly and a book, helping him through it.
This is why being a wizard is great he'd have a spell to dry himself off and be clean in seconds. He'll just have to content himself with being damp until he goes back to the house and take a change of clothing. Now that he thinks about it, maybe it would be good to change places for a while. It was a wonderful idea that Caleb had, one place all can return to, and perhaps they will, but Molly's still not used to it. Wandering around is just his life. But he doesn't want to make impulse decisions, especially with that crazy maid/butler woman following him around.
"Hmm, that would've been helpful, but if he has something against it then it's a moot point. If I hear anything myself, I'll let you know." It does make him frown in thought at how much of a chance in life he had to run into one person that, from all looks of it, didn't WANT to be found. And then there he was, traveling with a former circus person. He's not one to go back on things, but it was so much simpler with the carnival. So... easier. Easier than this.
His lips twitch into a small smile at Eadwulf hugging the books but doesn't say anything about the gesture. "Well, there was always a discussion about how useful books are. Why get those stuck with me when someone else can get more out of them?" Not the knowledge, even if it sounds like it, but the connection. Especially when the books are passed down.
"Oh, that-!" Damn, he didn't expect to hear that Caleb had discussed his 'teachings' that Molly had almost pestered him into. "It's fine, I've managed until now without it. Besides- I did once get a comment I'd be an unstoppable, insufferable know-it-all 'cuz I'd learn too much. Oh my god- I'd be Beau," he slaps his cheeks in mock-shock, attempting to lift the mood, not caring it's at his own expense. Anything to distract from the embarrassing fact he can barely read when he's surrounded by people that crave books the same way one craves food.
But it is a tempting image, and he'd accept it in a blink of an eye if it weren't for the creeping, weird feeling that he'd be intruding here too much. He always seems to step on some kind of mine when he starts talking to Eadwulf that he's not sure what to do anymore. "Perhaps when things calm down a little, I'll come around for it." Yet despite all, he can't say no because he does want to spend time with him. "Caleb was kind of keeping us all tied together so I have a feeling things are going to go south. Especially with Essek, as you mentioned."
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Date: 2023-06-29 08:16 am (UTC)He wants to go and throw a towel at the man dripping in his doorway, but waits where he is, arms crossed. He's expecting more argument, perhaps some impassioned speech about the power of friendship or some absolute bullshit that Eadwulf knows to be manipulation. But instead, the fortune teller says that. He says that one name, looks so terribly concerned, that Wulf's heart clenches in his chest. His frown goes to worry in an instant. He's deeply worried about what might have happened to Caleb that had sent Molly here. The bone deep fear for Caleb's safety all but pours off him. He had left to protect the man and something has indeed happened in his absence. Perhaps Molly is here to say 'I told you so'.
He starts to head to where his spellbook sits, to gather it and his supplies up. If there is something wrong, then he must go. But then there's the rest and he stops in his tracks. His heart shatters at the news he hears. Silently, Wulf sits down heavily, hand still on his spellbook. So, the visions, they had been a portent then. He had seen the nightmare of Astrid leaving him behind, leaving him alone, only to have the reality of Caleb leaving. He should have been ready for this. He's lost this man far too many times now. It still hurts like the first time. He schools his expression into one of neutrality.
"Gone? Not dead? If he is dead, I will need a name. I will see it done." He stares past at the alter and the mask. "But not here. As in home? Good. He has things he needs to do." His tone is lacking even the inflection of any emotion. Not even callousness. He's shut himself down to handle this as he knows best. With the cold pragmatic precision of a well honed sword. "I'll see him again, when his threads are pulled to mine again. I know where he's headed after all. And even there, I'm never the lover he reaches for when he needs something and I haven't been for fifteen years. But I will be there for him when he needs it, eventually." He knows he's admitting to what had indeed passed between himself and that man once a long time ago. He's admitting to why he'd been so willing to live with them. Why he had left as well. "But I promise you, I know he will be well as can be considering what is to come."
He looks to Molly, so detached from what he should be feeling. He's purposely killed it, anything that might betray how much he hurts to know his chance to have any a fraction of Caleb's friendship was gone from him. He won't confront how really and truly alone he is now until he's alone. "Thank you for telling me this. Though you might want to watch the Shadowhand. He might not take this news well."
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Date: 2023-06-29 08:45 am (UTC)And he wasn't wrong this time either. A lover, huh? Caleb never mentioned it, but then again, Caleb rarely talked to them about anything that isn't the current situation they were in. If it were a different situation, Molly would laugh at himself for thinking he has secrets, when Caleb has layers of them. Expertly hidden. So Eadwulf's reaction explains a lot, not only right now, but all those conversations in the past too. It's also not his place to comment on the relationship, no matter how much he wants to shower him with questions.
"No, not dead. I don't believe so. Caleb's too smart to get himself into sort of trouble and not tell at least one other person what he's up to, in case things go wrong. Besides, I saw him yesterday evening. He was perfectly fine. So this was..." Molly wrings his hands, eyes locked onto some spot in the distance, wishing he could reach that damn "Goddess" and strangle her with his bare hands.
"...This was something else. I looked around," hence the current state of his looks, "and asked people, so going back is what probably happened." If anything else happened, he'd hunt them down first before even coming here. He's not going to toss the 'told you so' back at Eadwulf, even if he remembered that his words were kind of justified, he wouldn't do it to Wulf. Especially now that he knows the connection. Molly's an asshole, but not the type of asshole.
"Not a problem," he shakes his head. "I figured there was some kind of story between the two of you when you accepted to stay over, so I figured you should know. Also," he pulls out a few books, one in common, two thinner ones in Zemnian, and makes few steps in only to hand items over, "you can have these, they are his. I can't-" a pause- "-can't read Zemnian." Or speak it. Or read any normal books to begin with. They'll have more use here, even if it's just sentimental.
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Date: 2023-06-29 10:27 am (UTC)"I'm afraid I don't have anything like scrying to make certain. Even if I did, he is hidden from that. I wouldn't be able to find him until he wanted me to find him." No. Eadwulf knows the painful truth. He would never be the one to find Caleb. It would always be that man reaching out, and never towards him. He would always be the last option, when every other resource was used up. He doesn't blame the man. He can't.
"We'll keep an eye out anyway. Rabe and I. Just to make sure. And should we find out, either way, I'll send word." Meaning that if Caleb is really gone, he's absolutely not coming back to that house. Ever. The only reason he had been welcomed there in the first place is gone. He can't imagine himself being welcomed without the other human wizard there to vouch for him.
He blinks though when the books are handed to him. With gentle hands, he accepts them and turned them over in his palms. He smiles at the covers, but it's such a sad smile, full of nostalgic longing and heartache. He unconsciously cradles them to his chest. He hugs them to himself as if trying to cling to all he has left of his old friend. Once again, he hadn't gotten to say goodbye. And this time, there's no asylum for him to visit. There's no cottage with green beans that he may or may not be welcome near. "Thank you. This...it means a lot. You didn't have to give me these."
He knows that. Molly could have kept them. Could have given them to Essek. Could have done anything at all with them. Instead, he brought them here. "I know you said he was teaching you. I'm a poor substitute, I know that. I'll never be remotely as brilliant as him, but if you'd like, I can keep teaching you." Because he knows Caleb would like that. Caleb would want that. And a part of him does like the idea of sitting with Molly and a book, helping him through it.
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Date: 2023-06-29 10:49 am (UTC)"Hmm, that would've been helpful, but if he has something against it then it's a moot point. If I hear anything myself, I'll let you know." It does make him frown in thought at how much of a chance in life he had to run into one person that, from all looks of it, didn't WANT to be found. And then there he was, traveling with a former circus person. He's not one to go back on things, but it was so much simpler with the carnival. So... easier. Easier than this.
His lips twitch into a small smile at Eadwulf hugging the books but doesn't say anything about the gesture. "Well, there was always a discussion about how useful books are. Why get those stuck with me when someone else can get more out of them?" Not the knowledge, even if it sounds like it, but the connection. Especially when the books are passed down.
"Oh, that-!" Damn, he didn't expect to hear that Caleb had discussed his 'teachings' that Molly had almost pestered him into. "It's fine, I've managed until now without it. Besides- I did once get a comment I'd be an unstoppable, insufferable know-it-all 'cuz I'd learn too much. Oh my god- I'd be Beau," he slaps his cheeks in mock-shock, attempting to lift the mood, not caring it's at his own expense. Anything to distract from the embarrassing fact he can barely read when he's surrounded by people that crave books the same way one craves food.
But it is a tempting image, and he'd accept it in a blink of an eye if it weren't for the creeping, weird feeling that he'd be intruding here too much. He always seems to step on some kind of mine when he starts talking to Eadwulf that he's not sure what to do anymore. "Perhaps when things calm down a little, I'll come around for it." Yet despite all, he can't say no because he does want to spend time with him. "Caleb was kind of keeping us all tied together so I have a feeling things are going to go south. Especially with Essek, as you mentioned."