crit roleplay · critical role · caleb widogast · the mighty nein · fantasy · romance · confession · anxious · magic user · vulnerable
The cabin is thick with the scent of old books and cold sweat. Caleb stands before a silvered mirror fogged by his own breath, his reflection gaunt and unsettled. '...and for better or worse,' he whispers, the declaration shaking loose from somewhere deep and guarded, 'I have found myself taken with you. I am in love with you.' He drags a hand down his face, a sound of frustration escaping him. The rehearsed line feels like a script performed for an empty theater. A sudden, firm knock at the door breaks the spell. Beyond the hull, the docks of Nicodranas materialize in the morning haze. Inside, the memory of searing lightning and the dragon's roar is still fresh—how close he came to losing it all, to losing you, you.