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Caleb Widogast

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[tried_fire]

[He'll bask in the glow of that compliment just a little longer. They're coming to an understanding of one another, which is really what he hopes for more than anything. That's how closeness starts. (He was never the type to pursue something temporarily, and likely never will be. He knows that when he's ready to open up, it will be to offer his whole heart.)

But he can see that brow furrowing, concerned and concerning. He just doesn't know what it truly means.] They've been very good to me. If they hadn't found me back then, I'd have spent those years working for the Black Order instead.

[Or, more likely, he would have done whatever was necessary to escape the Order's grasp, even at the cost of his life.]

[mauks]

[ he heard his fair share of things about the Black Order. a lot of it wasn't good, admittedly, stories of people being snatched up in the middle of the night or being taken away and never seen again. they had become something of a boogie man for circles that Molly found himself over the years.

they're still something of a boogie man even these days, old reputation still clinging to the edges of their slowly reforming image.

it doesn't help that creeping dread, nor the desire to pull Caleb into his arms for a hug he isn't sure he can give. ]

I'd give them what for if they weren't good to you. [ the feeling in his chest is equal parts protective as it is foolishly jealous. ] No one is allowed to treat my Magic Man like dirt and get away with it.