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Lady Keyleth? It is Cadderly.
A matter has come up that I believe you may be interested in.
A matter has come up that I believe you may be interested in.
[ He'd been mulling it over for a while and well, why not? He had wanted to know more about Keyleth's world since they started talking so now's a good a time as any right? ]
Good afternoon, Keyleth. I was wondering if I could ask you a few things. About your homeland if that's all right?
[ Please don't cry. ]
Good afternoon, Keyleth. I was wondering if I could ask you a few things. About your homeland if that's all right?
[ Please don't cry. ]
[ vax currently has!!!! opinions!!!! about keyleth's current living situation. most of them have to do with the fact that it's not with the rest of them. specifically: not with him. but the whole series of actions of them all finding each other has him...worried isn't the right word, but neither is concerned. something close to that, for sure, if the way keyleth had looked is anything to go by.
but there'd been a lot. things to learn and places to know and with everyone (or- almost everyone) together, it meant a whirlwind of chaos and voices and ideas. and it also meant that time for private conversations would need to come later.
thus vax sits on it for a day, maybe more. they go find new restaurants and go shopping and he's watched, confused and very much annoyed, as percy and vex danced around each other. it was a situation he'd have to deal with at some point, but not yet, because right now he's climbing over rooftops and stopping at the one he'd found to be keyleth's, searching down for the right window and knocking on the glass.
he's very aware that she may not be in her room - he would have checked if their earrings worked in any capacity, but as it stood, everything was a bit up in the air. vax has decided, then, to try his luck that she would be in her room. and if not, he was confident enough in his skills to get inside the house, and then he could find her there.
the fact she might not even be in the house has crossed his mind, yes, but that's a bridge to burn when he gets there. for now?
knock knock knock. ]
but there'd been a lot. things to learn and places to know and with everyone (or- almost everyone) together, it meant a whirlwind of chaos and voices and ideas. and it also meant that time for private conversations would need to come later.
thus vax sits on it for a day, maybe more. they go find new restaurants and go shopping and he's watched, confused and very much annoyed, as percy and vex danced around each other. it was a situation he'd have to deal with at some point, but not yet, because right now he's climbing over rooftops and stopping at the one he'd found to be keyleth's, searching down for the right window and knocking on the glass.
he's very aware that she may not be in her room - he would have checked if their earrings worked in any capacity, but as it stood, everything was a bit up in the air. vax has decided, then, to try his luck that she would be in her room. and if not, he was confident enough in his skills to get inside the house, and then he could find her there.
the fact she might not even be in the house has crossed his mind, yes, but that's a bridge to burn when he gets there. for now?
knock knock knock. ]
[ It isn't that Keyleth doesn't want to live with everyone again, she does, she really really does, but these houses are so small and she's got a few months worth of things collected and squeezed into her cramped space and it was just be so rude to pack up all of her plants and her bird and the pillows and trinkets she's collected to turn something functional and sterile into something that feels like a home and make their cramped space even more cramped.
So it's not ideal! It really isn't! She doesn't like it either. But she's there as much as she can be without forcing that crowded in feeling of five people existing in a house that honestly feels oppressive and small even with three.
(And maybe it's a little more than that? Maybe it's just weird? Staring at Vex and Percy not acting married when Keyleth knows they're married, and Vax's hands are warm and flush with healthy color and so normal when they touch hers and she can't make sense of how much they don't understand, how much they don't know. It's a constant struggle to try and decide what's even worth telling and what doesn't matter because their world is gone.
Maybe it's a little bit that. But mostly it's just that there's not enough room. Mostly it's that.)
As it happens, she is in her room, water plants while a fat little blue bird chirps at her from his perch, either singing at her to get her attention or just to demonstrate that he can and he's happy. The knock, quite frankly, scares the shit out of her; she yelps and jumps and clutches her pitcher full of water like it's a weapon she's preparing to swing and there is someone at her window oh it's just Vax. Okay. That's okay.
Pitcher set aside, bare feet on tiptoes as she hurries across the room, fiddles and fumbles with the latches, then finally lifts the pane and peers out, confused and a little concerned. Still happy to see him, though. Always happy to see him awake and alive. ]
Hi, hey! Is my door broken?
So it's not ideal! It really isn't! She doesn't like it either. But she's there as much as she can be without forcing that crowded in feeling of five people existing in a house that honestly feels oppressive and small even with three.
(And maybe it's a little more than that? Maybe it's just weird? Staring at Vex and Percy not acting married when Keyleth knows they're married, and Vax's hands are warm and flush with healthy color and so normal when they touch hers and she can't make sense of how much they don't understand, how much they don't know. It's a constant struggle to try and decide what's even worth telling and what doesn't matter because their world is gone.
Maybe it's a little bit that. But mostly it's just that there's not enough room. Mostly it's that.)
As it happens, she is in her room, water plants while a fat little blue bird chirps at her from his perch, either singing at her to get her attention or just to demonstrate that he can and he's happy. The knock, quite frankly, scares the shit out of her; she yelps and jumps and clutches her pitcher full of water like it's a weapon she's preparing to swing and there is someone at her window oh it's just Vax. Okay. That's okay.
Pitcher set aside, bare feet on tiptoes as she hurries across the room, fiddles and fumbles with the latches, then finally lifts the pane and peers out, confused and a little concerned. Still happy to see him, though. Always happy to see him awake and alive. ]
Hi, hey! Is my door broken?
oh my actual god i have no idea how that many typos happened im so sorry.
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- 2017-10-02 16:10 (UTC) - Expand[It's been a few hours since the bomb in the marketplace, and Zelda has finally been let out of her workplace by her boss. Now that she's home, she's worried about her friend, so she calls Keyleth to check in.]
Keyleth, are you there? Are you all right?
Keyleth, are you there? Are you all right?
[ If there is any time to bring this up well...now's a good a time as any.
So he's sending the message. ]
Keyleth. There's something we need to talk about.
It's...it's extremely important. We may even need to go to the station for it.
So he's sending the message. ]
Keyleth. There's something we need to talk about.
It's...it's extremely important. We may even need to go to the station for it.
If and when Keyleth wakes up she'll find a small envelope. Inside is a ring of rosewood inscribed with elven that says translates to “Joy finds an open heart.“ With it a note is attached with the translation and says “About this time of year my world celebrates Wintersend. It usually involves a lot of revelary and worship to the human's god the Maker. But, I feel the sentiment of giving gifts to loved ones is an earnest one. So, I enclose this gift to you, Keyleth.
Never close yourself off from the possibility of happiness. You have every right to be happy, my friend.
-Sen"
Never close yourself off from the possibility of happiness. You have every right to be happy, my friend.
-Sen"
[Left in Keyleth's room later that day is decently sized box wrapped in blue ribbons. Inside is a circlet, a bit rough around the edges, though lovingly made. It's obviously hand made, and Vex and Percy both have spent some time down in the workshop under the bakery for this reason alone.
The note inside reads: Just until you get yours back. We hate seeing you without one. Happy Winter's Crest, darling. All our love, Vex and Percy]
The note inside reads: Just until you get yours back. We hate seeing you without one. Happy Winter's Crest, darling. All our love, Vex and Percy]
[ Though not often one to admit feeling shame, there's nothing quite like a very astute and attractive gift from someone you've wronged to get him off his ass. It takes about a week of stewing, hunting, and bargaining for something similar, but eventually he convinces the weirdly affable elf with the pink hair to leave the box on Keyleth's desk, a note tucked inside.
Underneath the sturdy cuff, the note reads: ]
This is not an apology or a gift to symbolize one; I'd prefer to deliver those in person, if you'll take the time, and understand if you won't.
I don't know if there are ginkgo trees where you're from, but in my world--in my father's country, specifically, they carry great meaning. Their leaves are also much too big to match the bracelet you got for me, which is beautiful, thank you.
Ginkgo are known for their longevity and resilience, healing even from the worst of what humanity has done to itself and to the world around it. They're one of the strongest living things I've ever known, and from what I've heard, they'll suit.
Happy solstice,
Kira
Underneath the sturdy cuff, the note reads: ]
This is not an apology or a gift to symbolize one; I'd prefer to deliver those in person, if you'll take the time, and understand if you won't.
I don't know if there are ginkgo trees where you're from, but in my world--in my father's country, specifically, they carry great meaning. Their leaves are also much too big to match the bracelet you got for me, which is beautiful, thank you.
Ginkgo are known for their longevity and resilience, healing even from the worst of what humanity has done to itself and to the world around it. They're one of the strongest living things I've ever known, and from what I've heard, they'll suit.
Happy solstice,
Kira
[ Sae's gift also takes some time to acquire, between saving up his allotted coin, hunting the wilds for further bargaining power, and dividing it all up between the people he'd like to get gifts for. Eventually though, he slips into Keyleth's room--after leaving a box on the desk as requested by the skinny man with the crow, he leaves his own gift awaiting her on the pillow.
After about six tries to get the thin chain to lay something like neat on the soft fabric.
Under it sits a note, torn from the pages of his tome, and if his own letters get smaller--well, he'll confess to copying her own note a bit to get the words right. ]
Happy Whatever holiday
thank you for the gift
SAE
After about six tries to get the thin chain to lay something like neat on the soft fabric.
Under it sits a note, torn from the pages of his tome, and if his own letters get smaller--well, he'll confess to copying her own note a bit to get the words right. ]
Happy Whatever holiday
thank you for the gift
SAE
[A day or two after Keyleth leaves the gifts outside Cassandra's door, there is a small package with a note on it. The note reads Happy Winter's Crest, Keyleth. Thank you for the gifts, they're lovely. With love from Cassandra
Inside the package is a small leather cuff that Cassandra found at the market.]
Inside the package is a small leather cuff that Cassandra found at the market.]
[ This morning, a seemingly small gift in a cloth bag tied with coloured string bears a tag with your name on it. Inside said bag is a metal door key, deep iron grey, with a small tag attached - directions to a location on the outskirts of the slums, where larger buildings can be found.
The directions in question bring you to one such building, L shaped and dark, not likely lived in as of late. Sturdy looking, with solid oak doors, but the windows are dusty and the roof looks like it's seen better days - and probably a few leaks. Walking to the front door presents you with a lock: one your key fits in. Pushing it inwards leads to a shadowed lobby, a bit dusty from disuse, but recent prints across the floor lead you to a table. With an envelope propped up against a rusted three-prong candelabra, the words "To My Family" scrawled in that same hand as on your key. ]
Hello Darlings,
If we are to stay, then we need a home, and after looking for something that would suit all our needs, it is my hope that we could make this one ours here.
I found this place last month when on one of the mercenary jobs, and since then it's been on my mind constantly. I've not yet put ink to paper to formally sign the lease, but I have reserved first rights for us. I know this is no GreySkull Keep, with a bit of luck, hard work (and silver where necessary), we could make this house liveable. I've sketched the floor plans overleaf, please take a look around, and we can make a decision at dinner tonight. I have the silver saved (and yes, I absolutely haggled the price down given it's current state) but I'm not committing to anything if this doesn't work for us.
Merry Winter's Crest.
Love,
Vexahlia
[ Two other parchment are included in the envelope, showing a basic sketch layout of the building's ground floor and upper level. Go forth and explore! ]
----
OOC: I may have had too much fun playing with Illwinter's Floorplan Generator and been seized by an idea for the long thought about Wyver home for Vox Machina. And of course, the linked plans are just Vex's example of how the spaces could be filled - definitely not a final design, this is very open to edits! (ICly, the house is mostly empty even of furniture, thanks to the previous tenants/owners being long long gone.)
I hope you like the idea! c: Merry Christmas!
The directions in question bring you to one such building, L shaped and dark, not likely lived in as of late. Sturdy looking, with solid oak doors, but the windows are dusty and the roof looks like it's seen better days - and probably a few leaks. Walking to the front door presents you with a lock: one your key fits in. Pushing it inwards leads to a shadowed lobby, a bit dusty from disuse, but recent prints across the floor lead you to a table. With an envelope propped up against a rusted three-prong candelabra, the words "To My Family" scrawled in that same hand as on your key. ]
Hello Darlings,
If we are to stay, then we need a home, and after looking for something that would suit all our needs, it is my hope that we could make this one ours here.
I found this place last month when on one of the mercenary jobs, and since then it's been on my mind constantly. I've not yet put ink to paper to formally sign the lease, but I have reserved first rights for us. I know this is no GreySkull Keep, with a bit of luck, hard work (and silver where necessary), we could make this house liveable. I've sketched the floor plans overleaf, please take a look around, and we can make a decision at dinner tonight. I have the silver saved (and yes, I absolutely haggled the price down given it's current state) but I'm not committing to anything if this doesn't work for us.
Merry Winter's Crest.
Love,
Vexahlia
[ Two other parchment are included in the envelope, showing a basic sketch layout of the building's ground floor and upper level. Go forth and explore! ]
----
OOC: I may have had too much fun playing with Illwinter's Floorplan Generator and been seized by an idea for the long thought about Wyver home for Vox Machina. And of course, the linked plans are just Vex's example of how the spaces could be filled - definitely not a final design, this is very open to edits! (ICly, the house is mostly empty even of furniture, thanks to the previous tenants/owners being long long gone.)
I hope you like the idea! c: Merry Christmas!
Hello Keyleth. I wanted to ask you something if I may; it's in regards to your tattoos. I was wondering do you know how to do tattoos?
[One day toward the end of August, one of the castle fae catches Keyleth as she's either leaving or entering the castle. They shove a card-sized envelope into her hands before leaving her alone with it. The envelope was of a rose color, the scent of the flower clinging to it, sealed with purple wax bearing a W crest. Upon breaking the seal, a folded piece of paper was found within.]
[ Keyleth's reply comes the next day, delivered by a small bird that perches on the windowsill to Widow's room, and somehow speaks with Keyleth's voice. ]
"Um, yeah! Yeah, that would be great! Um, I'm free whenever! My evening's are pretty open. I could meet you tomorrow night? Oh I think--"
[ And then the spell runs out of words, but to be honest, she got out what she meant to say. ]
"Um, yeah! Yeah, that would be great! Um, I'm free whenever! My evening's are pretty open. I could meet you tomorrow night? Oh I think--"
[ And then the spell runs out of words, but to be honest, she got out what she meant to say. ]
[Outside Keyleth and Vax’s door is a small wrapped package with Keyleth’s name on it. Inside the intricately carved box is a pendanthairpins.
Accompanying the box is a short note: Happy Winter’s Crest, Keyleth. Love, Cassandra]
Accompanying the box is a short note: Happy Winter’s Crest, Keyleth. Love, Cassandra]
[Beau doesn't really want to talk to Keyleth but she was directed here, so she sucked up her annoyance.]
'Sup druid, got any cats laying around?
[A looooong pause.] Oh, congrats on the wedding.
'Sup druid, got any cats laying around?
[A looooong pause.] Oh, congrats on the wedding.
[So at first, Keyleth gets a chime on the tome while she's at the bakery, and he's out doing whatever the hell he does when he's not lounging in the room like a kept boy.]
Hey, I've got a uh...hmm. Nope, not gonna work. Sorry, wife, hang on a minute.
[A minute later, she gets a scrawl of words from him, something he's prone to do when trying to put it into words is going to be tough. It's not shame -- he's almost never ashamed with her anymore -- just some sort of animal instinct not to be vulnerable if he can help it.]
ive got a thing i want to explore
Hey, I've got a uh...hmm. Nope, not gonna work. Sorry, wife, hang on a minute.
[A minute later, she gets a scrawl of words from him, something he's prone to do when trying to put it into words is going to be tough. It's not shame -- he's almost never ashamed with her anymore -- just some sort of animal instinct not to be vulnerable if he can help it.]
ive got a thing i want to explore
Hey hubby!
[ Almost immediately Keyleth's nose wrinkles--she doesn't think she likes 'hubby' as much as 'husband' but she's trying things out. Hubs, maybe? Hmm.
She's not doing anything in particular, other than playing with the cats at the shelter, and she's unfazed when Vax switches to text instead of audio. She knows him well enough by now to get why. ]
Okay! Is it easier to write it or do you want me to come home?
[ Almost immediately Keyleth's nose wrinkles--she doesn't think she likes 'hubby' as much as 'husband' but she's trying things out. Hubs, maybe? Hmm.
She's not doing anything in particular, other than playing with the cats at the shelter, and she's unfazed when Vax switches to text instead of audio. She knows him well enough by now to get why. ]
Okay! Is it easier to write it or do you want me to come home?
Keyleth, darling, I found something while I was reading and immediately thought of you. I hope you enjoy it.
[She clears her throat, then starts.]
The first thing I noticed
Was the sun on her red hair
Turning it to blazing fire
As it tumbled
Onto the white flesh of her shoulders
The pastel shades
Of her meagre top
Struggled to contain the vibrancy of her breasts
And her naked midriff tantalized
The waistband of her skirt sat on her hips
While the white cotton below
Encased her rolling buttocks and strong thighs
A gust of summer breeze
Lifted her skirt allowing glimpses of her white thighs
Then as she walked
The sunlight behind her illuminated her form
More than hinting at the delights
Contained within the cotton of her skirt
My thoughts then turned
From her flaming red hair
To a burning desire.
[She clears her throat, then starts.]
The first thing I noticed
Was the sun on her red hair
Turning it to blazing fire
As it tumbled
Onto the white flesh of her shoulders
The pastel shades
Of her meagre top
Struggled to contain the vibrancy of her breasts
And her naked midriff tantalized
The waistband of her skirt sat on her hips
While the white cotton below
Encased her rolling buttocks and strong thighs
A gust of summer breeze
Lifted her skirt allowing glimpses of her white thighs
Then as she walked
The sunlight behind her illuminated her form
More than hinting at the delights
Contained within the cotton of her skirt
My thoughts then turned
From her flaming red hair
To a burning desire.
Hello, Keyleth. I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciate the tea you gave me when I first got here, and I was wondering if maybe we could meet up soon so I could buy some more off you?
[Have you ever seen a deer in headlights? Yeah neither has Keyleth but Vane is getting the experience of a deer in headlights as Keyleth turns very, very red and sort of...sinks down until she's half out of frame, just big wide eyes and forehead and antlers.]
Uh...um...okay?
Does. Does my husband also want that?
[Keyleth is reasonably certain that, yes, Vax would probably be into that. She's just curious.]
Uh...um...okay?
Does. Does my husband also want that?
[Keyleth is reasonably certain that, yes, Vax would probably be into that. She's just curious.]
[When Yule rolled around, an irritated pixie delivered a bottle of excellent Lionett Vineyards wine along with an envelope containing a griffit feather and note.]
Happy Yule, Keyleth! Sorry I'm such a dick.
-Beauregard
Happy Yule, Keyleth! Sorry I'm such a dick.
-Beauregard
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