Recent content by Gulliver Ingold

'Keeper of Secrets' would actually be considered highly accurate by most people if they knew the manner of things the half-fae kept to himself. Gulliver, on the other hand, looked at it more as 'private business that no one else needs to be troubled with' than strictly as secrets. He was in the...

It was usually when Gulliver seemed his most abstracted and vacuous that his head was actually swimming with the most thoughts. He had given himself time to gather a lot of them, and different trains and points of view frequently ran simultaneously behind his silvermoon eyes. He was not a man...

Maybe Gulliver wasn't the typical face of someone you would purchase narcotics from. He was clean, gentle, well-mannered. And by nature of being willing to engage in such dealings, perhaps he also wasn't the face of someone you would expect to enjoy sitting down to a nice sermon or stopping to...

Unfortunately, Gulliver actually liked the niceties and pleasantries that came with polite conversation. Those cordial rituals that everyone agreed to perform in order to exist together in civility. They weren't something he engaged in purely out of deceptive expectation. Sometimes he almost...

Though Gulliver got quite a bit of business in his little flower shop, it was rare for it to be particularly packed. Most of his profit was made through large events, in which someone ordered massive amounts of arrangements and either picked them up or had them delivered. It was a very lovely...

Even in the middle of a high tension and stressful situation, home was home. Being surrounded by familiarity and the products of his work and passion brought a peaceful feeling to the fair-haired man. Serenity and belonging. Particularly at this time of night, when the light of the moons crept...

Gulliver had done plenty of traveling in his many years and seen much of the world, in fact, though some parts of the world had last been visited so long ago that his knowledge of them was no longer relevant. He was always respectful of a place's culture, making sure to know the bare minimum, at...

"A young seamstress likened me to a white rose," Gulliver stated plainly as he placed his drink down and steepled his fingers over it, tips lightly touching the rim of the glass. "Unimaginative... but sweet. A gentleman just the other week went with chamomile. I'm not... quite sure where he was...

The tea was not anything exotic or rare. There were no endangered flower buds, fruits that take ten years to mature, or tender shoots that only grow on the west side of one particular mountain. Though some who knew him might consider him eccentric, Gulliver's tea was a lot like many other...

White light splashed over the side of Gulliver's gaunt and delicate face, competing with the pearly moonlight draped over the opposite side of his visage, as the achromatic fire was birthed to life in the modest fire place. He was ghostly, ethereal. Pale skin that could only reflect pale light...

Gulliver wasn't usually the sort to insult with blatant venom or to try to land any hard-hitting verbal blows. He was content with pokes and prods, subtle suggestions, and backhanded commentary. His favorite brand of humor was the sort after which he could feign innocence and ignorance of his...

The shop certainly was far beyond the ordinary, from the manner of magic that the half-fae used to to make his cut flowers flourish, to the alternative purpose he frequently put his goods towards. It wasn't unusual for Gulliver to give out the occasional free flower or two, but his blood was...

It was at least a better name than some of the other ones that the fiend had for him, some of them very obviously existing just to get a reaction out of the half-fae. Even if it were used derisively, Gulliver liked to take it to imply grace, composure, and beauty. Though pure vanity was not...

Could infinite patience possibly be a curse? It likely was considered so by Garrod, in regards to Gulliver's knack for sitting and waiting unruffled for protracted periods of time until he finally was given what he wanted. It was acknowledgement and entry into his abode, on this day, and when it...

The honest truth was that Gulliver's reason for being open so late had very little to do with what he did and did not sell at his shop, nor who he did and did not sell to. Moments merely seemed to blur and blend together after a certain passage of time (or so he liked to blame) and the...