Recent content by Galen

The deepening kiss drove him crazy. Yes, that’s right, Galen thing to himself, you’re going to go insane. No, you already ARE insane. Kissing a noble lady. Trying to… to… All other thoughts fled away, her fingers tugging at his collar, her lips all over his. He grinned against her kiss, then...

“I-“ Unprepared for her sudden forwardness, his tongue knotted up for a moment. He went very still, gazing up into those sky blue eyes as she sat atop his lap. He could feel the warmth of her through that slip of moonlight fabric, her legs over his knee, body pressed so close against him. Then...

Galen busily picked his jaw up off the ground. Three times, as it happened. “Oh gods,” he whispered at the sight of the first dress. The deepest blues, the silvery threading, the collarbones. Galen swallowed, adjusting his hat on his head. “Can’t speak for any Lords, but I’d give you a right...

Had he not accomplished enough in life if but to make her laugh? He thought so. Yes. If he died and the last notes he heard were of her laughter, he thought he might die happy. How strange, when he’d been convinced but a month ago that he’d be dead floating in the river by year’s end, with no...

He blinked owlishly down at her as she stood so close. “The… dance.” Yes, of course. The dance. The mage from the gutter knew all about dances. Grown up around loads of dances. Every weekend after a pint at the tavern. Galen had never been to a dance in his life. Oh, he heard all about...

Galen scratched the back of his head as the light flickered out in her palm. He’d been so sure this would work. Ah well, can’t win ‘em all. “Maybe, or maybe you just need to keep practicing. Like my old master used to say, practice makes perfect.” Except of course that Telemachus never said...

The mage held her hand as she reached the other out beyond the safety of the willow boughs. Galen watched intently. The light of the sun must infuse her skin somehow. Or maybe it was like with plants, who gained life from sunlight. The problem was that Ciana did not know how to control all of...

The wind rustled the weeping boughs of the willow which curtained them in shade as they stood beneath it, close to the old tree's big trunk. Galen watched the dancing branches and the sparkling blue of the pond in the citrine sunlight beyond and the green of the grass. Had he ever enjoyed simply...

Galen's cheeks turned crimson. "Oh. Well thanks." He didn't know how to tell her about the difference between a lady and a madame. That seemed like one of those show, don't tell moments in life. "The college has some dormitories that they rent out and then sometimes at the inns when those...

The mage pointed at his own chest, eyes wide, as he choked down another bit of fowl smothered in jam. He chewed, then gulped down another half of the glass of the wine. Damn, but it was good wine. At least, it tasted far better than the sour grapes he usually got at the taverns. "Me? Oh, um...

Perhaps unfortunately for Ciana, Galen didn't quite understand the application of a fork. He accepted the instruments with a frown, then proceeded to use them in a manner best resembling a shovel and... another shovel. Two shovels at once, Galen started trenching up his plate with alarming...

He followed her out the door, eyes peeled for trouble although he supposed trouble in this case came in the form of angry maidservants. Absurdly different lives they led. She unlocked the door to his “suite” and Galen stepped inside. For a moment his mouth hung open, surely this was the biggest...

A smirk appeared on Galen's lips at her bashfulness at his implication. Ah well, can't blame me for trying. "Dinner and a suite, the Hotel de Ciana." He bopped her on the nose with a finger. "Course I'll eat with you." His stomach threatened to rumble at just the thought of a fresh cooked...

"Really? You'd do that?" For the fellow who burgled her not four nights back? Galen didn't deserve to be in her good graces. He watched her twirl a lock of her hair, transfixed. The boy smiled sheepish again, gaze drifting past her to the bed beyond. He swallowed. "If... that's where you think...

Didn't need Elbion? Galen's gaze lurched from the ceiling and down to her, wincing at the ardor in her gaze. She'd really do it. Leave, just the two of them. "I-" his throat grew very tight, constricting. She wanted him to just leave? He had tried before, with the mercenaries, but had never...