It took me like two hours to process that Caleb's description of dunamis actually was somewhat new information and then go back to grab the transcription because, uh, both "form of magic that exists between the fabric of all of forces of power" and "one of the oldest and most fundamental forces" are far more confidently firm descriptions than we ever got in campaign 2.
Was I actually roughly correct about what dunamis was??? HELLO???
VINDICATION?!?!
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Bit late but Eid Mubarak everyone, hope you had a great day and had lots of nice food 🥳
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13 for the cuddle prompts 🥰
ty hannah!!
13. holding and watching the other while they fall asleep || 255 words
Corisande sinks into Y’shtola’s arms, their ears carefully pointed away from her face as they tuck their nose into the curve of her neck. Though their narrow shoulders and rather straight frame give them the appearance of being slight, their height and the long, lean muscles from years of acrobatic machinist training make them a significant presence in her arms. But Y’shtola does not mind—their warm, solid weight pressed her comfortingly into the bed, settling her.
“Turning in for the night, are we?” Y’shtola slips a hand under Corisande’s nightshirt and presses her palm to the warm skin beneath, corners of her lips quirking when they relax even further in her arms. Corisande hums softly, her eyelashes whispering against Y’shtola’s neck as she closes her eyes.
Y’shtola has her answer. She rubs soothing circles into their back and presses a soft kiss between their slowly drooping ears. Their breath glides warm and even across her collarbones, almost tickling. Corisande grows slightly heavier in her arms the further they fall into sleep, and a small, warm delight takes root in Y'shtola, expanding with each rise and fall of their chest against hers.
After sharing a bed for so long now, Y’shtola knows ‘tis no small thing for Corisande to fall asleep so easily. As warm and secure as Y’shtola feels beneath her, Corisande must feel equally as secure in Y’shtola’s arms.
Y’shtola tucks her smile into their hair, disguised as a gentle kiss, rests her cheek atop their head, and says, “Goodnight, my love. Sleep well.”
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