#yessss excellent lovely wonderful
Prompt: Shadowgast have been arguing for some time about Caleb’s decision to end their romantic relationship later in his life; an injury brings the discussion to a head
(~1k words, cw: lifespan angst)
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“Essek!”
As soon as the fight is done, the abyssal beast finally dead (if still horrific), Caleb runs to the sprawled form of his companion as fast as his creaky knees will take him. He carelessly drops his staff — as much a walking aid as an arcane focus, these days — and bloodies his hands trying to staunch Essek’s wounds. Jester is close behind, healing magic wielded like a weapon as she slams it into his unconscious form. Essek gasps awake; his next sound is a groan.
“Never do something so foolish again,” Caleb grits out, his shaking hands moving almost of their own accord as he checks Essek over for wounds, urging Jester for another dose of healing. She eventually leans back on her hands, exhausted, and calls Caduceus over in her stead.
When Caleb impatiently unbuttons Essek’s tunic to check where the creature stabbed him with a long spine, Essek cracks a wan smile.
“You are being very familiar for someone who is no longer my lover.”
