Recent content by Gaage Eberwhit

There was some visible confusion on Eberwhit's face as his love reached across the table and cupped his unshaven jaw in her hands. He looked up at her with a bemused expression, letting his fork fall back down onto the table as the flurry of emotions running across her face stole his attention...

"You know..." Gaage sipped on his drink as Perrine spoke of her own duty, the toll the war had taken on her already. "It might be better to not to let slip too many juicy details about troop movements and all that shit around here, Perrine." It was a quick and direct warning; not even his eyes...

Gaage didn't make any attempt to interrupt or correct her. There was a time when Ysobel wouldn't get much of a chance to get a word in edgewise with him, when the chaotic energy between them would have caused this conversation to devolve into an argument. The fact that Gaage had changed so much...

Whatever Chasmine had done to free him was lost on Gaage, by the time she'd cleaved off the arm of the wretched thing the entirety of his vision had gone fuzzy and unfocused. The fruitless kicking and thrashing had only served to expend his energy faster, and he'd resigned to his fate when he...

I can't say I understand exactly what your reasoning is for leaving, but I respect your choice. You'll always be my brother.

Gaage's eyes followed Ysobel as she sprang from the bed with as much vigor as she could muster. One could definitely make the argument that Gaage was a bit thick-headed, but even he couldn't miss the discomfort that was so obviously present in nearly every movement she made, the way her face...

Something had to give. Things had been relatively quiet since the battle in Vel Farris. Gaage had started taking less assignments from Gilram and instead had shifted his focus to staying home to care for Ysobel through her pregnancy. Zael kept in touch, making sure to visit and check up on the...

Gaage's expression noticeably shifted at Perrine's assumption, his eyebrows raising in a blend of confusion and surprise. Gilram was a lot of things, but he wasn't a slave driver. It made him wonder how much they actually knew about the rouge Archon's operation back in Anir, and how much of...

If it were anybody else, Gaage would have lashed out at the act of walking away from his words. To turn ones back and run when confronted with something that challenged your worldview was the act of a coward, a simpleton who refused to stand on their beliefs. That's what he'd always thought...

Considering the path that Gaage himself had taken, he probably shouldn't have felt the pang of pain in his gut that he did as he listened to Zael talk about his motivations for leaving home and joining up with Gilram. Who was Eberwhit to judge anybody? He'd left for far less noble a reason...

Gaage had cracked his fair share of locks, though he hadn't had as much reason to do it since leaving the Academy. It was one of those skills that was better served towards after-hours mischief than practical use on the field as an Initiate, especially when you had walking battering rams like...

Well, they couldn't dance around the topic forever, could they? Before today, Gaage hadn't seen Zael since the Graduation fiasco. He'd had no clue that he'd gone rogue, that he was working for Gilram, or even that he was still alive. When they'd finally seen each other again, there'd been to...

"You both need to work on your hosting manners." Gaage didn't make any attempt to hold back the snort of laughter that came to him. "You ain't the first to tell me, and I doubt you'll be the last. Thanks for the reminder though." He wasn't ever going to be a people person, unless the person's...

"Yeah? Makes two of us. Certainly ain't done nothing for me." Gaage mumbled, watching the skull as it rolled towards his feet. Picking up a boot he, kicked it along to roll behind him and stepped up to the chest. "Or you for that matter." He added as he dropped to a knee and leaned in to...

A mimic? Like... a chest with a tongue and teeth? Gaage bit on his lip to prevent himself from saying aloud that he'd always assumed those things were made up to dissuade kids from digging around in other people's belongings. If Chasmine said they existed, then they probably did, and Eberwhit...