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The last of it had been that light brush of a touch on his arm, before of a sudden there was nothing but the fog and hum of empty buildings. Despite the fact the grey dapple beneath him seemed wholly unbothered by the development, merely swiveling its ears, he brought it to a stop. Once it did...

Rather strong, huh? He rose his brows at the tease, bringing a hand to the root of his neck like he meant to clutch at a string of beads. The image of an appalled noblewoman. “ Needs be declared you’ve found me out, for I am rather out of practice. “ He said, honest despite his sensational...

His face crinkled with thought, a frown upon him as he stared down at the village. He didn’t know what he had expected to see, but this sure wasn’t it. So much fog and a lone light above a silence like that of a grave. If this had been a lively little place, once upon a time, there was no trace...

in Saer Ringbom’s hut The old man sat silent, watching the knight speak his thoughts out loud, grasping at slippery straws for a figment of a truth. He wouldn’t respond for a moment, seeming to be lost in thought and having grown visibly indecisive for the first time. The harshness of his...

He’d lost his discomfort for the little silences, strangely content as their vicinity remained. Hands holding on ever so lightly, that hint of a smile, gentle ministrations as she fixed his hair. Beyond flinching at this point of the eve, he merely enjoyed it, watching her, of every inch. How...

Over that ridgeline. He hazarded a glance at the direction, face taut with dread. Something like anticipation bubbled under the skin, leaving it crawling, a jittery sensation traveling all the way to the tips of his fingers. He tapped them together, idly. Were they going numb— the cold? Like...

Anything worth spying on— A soft tsk escaped betwixt his teeth, expression brightening as he held her look in the closeness of their unison huddle. The amusement quickly took on contemplation in a hum, indecisive. What was there to wish upon for whom spent very little time dreaming, so...

It appeared to land as sincere as he’d meant it, despite the gauze of well-mannered banter and teasing that’d remained carefully pulled over most words betwixt them. No laughter or quip sprouted to counter, allowing him time to digest just how awkward he must’ve been — the little squeeze of his...

It wasn’t a cheerful affair. To every interaction had bled a tension and doubt, a dark cloud that drew nigh as much in the spirit as it did in the horizon. It’d turned into the loom of a proper storm now, upon the arrival. In the air, alongside salt and something sour, was a foreboding quality...

He watched her fumble, his expression unflickering even as she posed question in turn. It was all too endearing, really, coercing him from the first instinct of teasing further, some commonplace retort. Much you would do— things as what? “ I shan’t feign surprise, as you have already proven...

Not his first time– No, it indeed was not. To reflect the fact, her grin was met in kind, an untethered glee crinkling the edges of his eyes. A fine sort of remark as for being more than true and for which she seemed not the least displeased. He could keep up a good habit. “If it would please...

All too pleased with how his night was developing, he spared merely a wider smile at Faramund and Monroe as they begun away, all compliments and blown kisses. To the latter, he gave a thriceover, knowing rise of the eyebrows and a broader grin. Careful with that smooth bastard at your arm, Syr...

Princess Latva– While the man babbled on, the titular character himself considered carefully just how flattered he should’ve been for that his entire name had been so competently memorized. Despite plenty retorts upon his mind, more or less insufferably flirtatious each and every one, he kept...

He kept his pleasant smirk, eyes narrowing a tad as the man made response. All true there, one had to suppose, if a little– uninspired? Here he had been under some impression Syr Faramund had great potential to be a hoot at parties, but perhaps he’d been thinking about someone else. How many...

A lot. What exactly she had meant with that was delivered in full by the expression she wore, a hint of a fluster about it. He extended great effort to keep his grin in check, straightening a little and giving a perfectly pleasant nod, as if it all had blown over his head. Could be one had...