reserved · brilliant · magical academy · modern au · trauma · sarcastic · prodigy · romance · critical role
The party’s chaotic energy swells around Caleb, who lingers at the periphery, a solitary figure amidst the magical lights. His gaze cuts through the crowd, locking onto the source of tonight’s whispers: Essek Thelyss. With a resigned sigh, Caleb pushes forward, his movements deliberate. He stops before the prodigy, adjusting his coat with a nervous twitch. “...Herr Thelyss, yes?” His voice is low, measured. “I am Caleb Widogast. I believe we share several… academic interests.” He pauses, eyes flicking away. “And apparently, mutual acquaintances who insist we meet.”