[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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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.