[There was a crossroads here, wasn't there? For a moment Bren wondered if he should be worried, concerned that the reason Essek had taken him in was the resemblance to his late husband as some sort of replacement. But no, that didn't feel right. It was something more than that, and that nearly unheard voice at the back of his mind assured him that he was right.
When he felt Essek start to step back, Bren reached out without thinking about it, searching for his hand, catching their fingers together before glancing over at the Drow with a plaintive expression, a silent plea of don't go far? Stay close?
Then, hand still holding onto Essek's, Bren stepped forward, slowly, closer to where the portrait hung, his eyes searching the painting. He was a smart man, and the puzzle pieces were beginning to fall into place. Dreams he shouldn't have been able to dream. An alchemy of souls. The way the hand in his felt like it was where it belonged. That absurd cat.
A name surfaced from in him, on his lips before he could think better of speaking it.]
Caleb Widogast.
[That was right, wasn't it? It felt right. His brow furrowed and he turned back to face Essek.]
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Date: 2023-03-23 03:08 am (UTC)When he felt Essek start to step back, Bren reached out without thinking about it, searching for his hand, catching their fingers together before glancing over at the Drow with a plaintive expression, a silent plea of don't go far? Stay close?
Then, hand still holding onto Essek's, Bren stepped forward, slowly, closer to where the portrait hung, his eyes searching the painting. He was a smart man, and the puzzle pieces were beginning to fall into place. Dreams he shouldn't have been able to dream. An alchemy of souls. The way the hand in his felt like it was where it belonged. That absurd cat.
A name surfaced from in him, on his lips before he could think better of speaking it.]
Caleb Widogast.
[That was right, wasn't it? It felt right. His brow furrowed and he turned back to face Essek.]
It's more than a resemblance, isn't it?