[ there are few people in this world that can disarm him as swiftly and effectively as Caleb Widogast. the man is a prodigy at being able to take every preconceived notion, every prediction, and turn it completely and utterly on it's head with a few short words. he does it now, hand threading into the mess that is Molly's hair, talking about how he wants the beginning of their path to be illuminated by joy and free will and--
this is the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to him.
the laugh that leaves him is quiet, breathy, unbearably fond. edges of his expression softening as Caleb's gaze meets his and he watches the wizard smile sheepishly. who would have guessed that he was a romantic at heart, hmm? his mud covered, raggedy wizard hid a charming and unbelievably handsome man who has all but swept the tiefling off his feet. ]
Then stop talking and kiss me already. [ Molly shifts, resting a hand on the back of Caleb's neck while the other grabs hold of his shirt all but pulling the man on top of him. ] Give me the best birthday present I could ever ask for.
[It's his best-kept secret: Caleb Widogast has a heart full of romance and whimsy. It's had to be a secret, because in two lives now people keep trying to beat it out of him, trying to kill his softness and leave behind only the sharp edges of his mind.
No one's yet succeeded. Even a muddy, scruffy wizard once put his goblin partner in crime on his shoulders and did a joyful little dance in the street on acquiring a pair of books.
He follows along with the pull on his shirt easily, laughter on his lips as he presses them to Molly's, settling his body against the other's as if that's where he's always belonged.]
[ nothing could have prepared him for the way Caleb fits so perfectly against him, the way he tastes just like he did in the occasional daydream. again he wonders, distantly, if this was little more than another one of those dreams and not actually happening. but Caleb's warm against him, solid. he can thread his fingers into the man's hair, his tail can coil around the man's thigh, and he can lick Caleb's bottom lip teasingly as he kisses him.
real and solid and a thousand times better than anything Molly's lovesick mind could ever conjure up.
the hand in Caleb's shirt relaxes, sliding down his chest to rest right over the man's heart. is it trying to beat it's way out of his chest just like Molly's? he chuckles against the other man's mouth, pulling away briefly to take a gulp of breath. ]
Think I need a few more of those. [ he kisses the man again, short sweet and hungry. ] Maybe a few hundred more.
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this is the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to him.
the laugh that leaves him is quiet, breathy, unbearably fond. edges of his expression softening as Caleb's gaze meets his and he watches the wizard smile sheepishly. who would have guessed that he was a romantic at heart, hmm? his mud covered, raggedy wizard hid a charming and unbelievably handsome man who has all but swept the tiefling off his feet. ]
Then stop talking and kiss me already. [ Molly shifts, resting a hand on the back of Caleb's neck while the other grabs hold of his shirt all but pulling the man on top of him. ] Give me the best birthday present I could ever ask for.
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No one's yet succeeded. Even a muddy, scruffy wizard once put his goblin partner in crime on his shoulders and did a joyful little dance in the street on acquiring a pair of books.
He follows along with the pull on his shirt easily, laughter on his lips as he presses them to Molly's, settling his body against the other's as if that's where he's always belonged.]
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real and solid and a thousand times better than anything Molly's
lovesickmind could ever conjure up.the hand in Caleb's shirt relaxes, sliding down his chest to rest right over the man's heart. is it trying to beat it's way out of his chest just like Molly's? he chuckles against the other man's mouth, pulling away briefly to take a gulp of breath. ]
Think I need a few more of those. [ he kisses the man again, short sweet and hungry. ] Maybe a few hundred more.