Recent content by Alyxander Quellchrist

The ocean is beautiful this time of year. The icy chill of winter hasn't yet risen from the deepest recesses of the water, and yet the warm air sweeping in from the looming spring gives the surface such a tempting glimmer. I suppose I never appreciated the sight while in Dornoch. A labyrinth of...

Alyx let out a laugh, shaking his head at the thought of dragging along his whole unit to an outing with Ariasteia. The Princess was enough of a handful, without having to keep one eye on a bunch of rowdy buffoons with too much energy to burn. Especially not after what happened last time the...

Unfinished business, it seemed. Alyxander had been quite hands off with Darke when it came to taking trips back home. While she'd decided on a life here, with him, that did not sever the ties to the Dreamlands. She was still borne of them, and still it called to her. Alyx understood. He did not...

Valenntenia? He'd heard of the place. Far to the north, quite an old bunch of folk, thought themselves the original settlers of the world or some nonsense like that. He knew nothing of any masquerade though, and while such a long trip seemed rather arbitrary when they wanted something simple and...

It was when Aristeia spoke in the casual tones of a soldier, rather than the remnants of what had once been a princess within her that Alyxander felt most at ease by her side. It was not the Princess of Dreams that had so handily stolen his heart, but the warrior that had slept within her, the...

Alyxander had experienced whiplash before, but it had always been physical, during the heat of a battle. Whether or not you wanted to call his and Aristeia's little back and forth a battle was one thing, but the mental whiplash she'd just delivered was enough to handily secure the victory over...

I like you angry. It was easy to forget who Aristea was. She was no queasy damsel, no civilian who shied away at the sight of violence. She was a warrior, one just as fearsome and mighty as he, perhaps even moreso. The look she met him with, with that singular glimmering eye, was not one of...

It struck Alyxander as odd, even as they were being peddled worthless junk, that anybody would knowingly do such a thing to two prominent members of the Military. He found himself looking far more intently at the flamboylant merchant than his phony merchandise. And the merchant was starting to...

The sting of realizing he'd just committed what amounted to cultural appropriation of an object of great importance to Aristeia would have been enough for even the Knight Commander to cringe in shame. Perhaps he'd been thinking too poetically, something he found himself doing more often after...

Alyxander wore a decidedly smug grin on his lips as he leaned his head to allow Aris' lips to travel across his jaw, reveling in the small pecks of heat against his flesh. "Well, I wouldn't say 'looking into it'." He answers pragmatically, "I've just been thinking and...ah..." It was difficult...

"I think I get enough cheek from my men as it is. Imagine the hounding if we were to wed." Alyx shakes his head, knowing Aristeia would only encourage them. Since severing her ties to the Dreamlands she'd taken extremely well to the life of a solider, and now most of Alyx's inner circle...

Perhaps his unexpected union with Aristeia was not the fulcrum on which his fate would shift that he'd thought it to be in the moment. At least, not yet. While their grand plan had been to seek an assignment far outside of Dornoch and explore all the world's corners together, a combination of a...

Each time that Alyx began to worry that this blissful moment was coming to its conclusion, Aristeia would find him again, reaching out with passion and desire renewed, as if his very presence was rekindling her heart with every passing second. His lips would not go a moment without hers, and his...

As Aristeia's cheek came to rest upon his shoulder, Alyx placed his hand upon the back of her head, pressing his fingers into the silvery tresses of her hair. In the eerie, unnatural silence of this room, one that housed so much strife and turmoil for the woman in his arms, all that he could...

Knowing that this could all vanish from his mind, that he could wake up in his bed and not remember the stories she'd told him, the smiles he'd drawn out of her, the taste of her lips... It should have upset him. Quellchrist felt like he should have been angry. Instead, he smiled, his eyes...