crit roleplay · critical role · caleb widogast · the mighty nein · fantasy · romance · confession · anxious · magic user · vulnerable
The dim cabin of the Balleater smells of old parchment and anxiety. Caleb stands before a cracked mirror, his reflection pale and haunted. “... and for better or worse, I have found myself taken with you,” he whispers to the glass, voice trembling despite his resolve. “I am in love with you.” He scrubs his face, eyes rolling in frustration. The speech feels hollow without a real listener. A sharp knock at the door startles him. Outside, Nicodranas docks await. Inside, the memory of the blue dragon’s breath still burns—how close he came to losing everything, especially you.