Recent content by Lachlan Irwin

Lachlan let out a chuckle and shook his head as Ivan lifted his shirt, showing off what years of training at the Academy rewarded him with. Bottle to his lips, he was still smiling as he looked to the rest of the crew, waving off Ivan's chiseled abs. "Fucking wanker." Lachlan didn't have the...

Lachlan made a face, "Ugh. Not after she showed her true colours." Which meant Livia had rejected his advances and said some choice words to his very own vulgar advancement towards her. "Nah, you haven't been watching her very well. It's something I like to do when I take a five minute break...

Lachlan watched Ivan as he told a story that was familiar but told in other ways on different tongues. The fact some of the girls that graced his bed nonchalantly spoke of their own horrors of the Academy back in it's heydays often left him not in the mood, but they were quick to show him other...

Cute, he thought to himself to keep from sighing and rolling his eyes at her attempt. He had felt the floorboards shift moments before the tip of the dagger pressed at his spine. It was uncomfortable more than anything, but he felt it not wise to correct the girl. Instead, he let out a chuckle...

With a sigh, Lachlan fell into his seat in their carriage and stared out the window. Fuck was he glad his family was small, that he wasn't some stuck up noble that only wished for the best outcome for themselves. They didn't speak, barely acknowledged each other's presence until it came to...

The harshness of Odessa's words struck him, drawing his gaze to watch her as she continued to speak. But he also did not fault her either. "I reckon things have changed plenty with this revolution. Feels like the child soldiers no longer have the fear to incite in many, instead we have to...

Again, Lachlan found Odessa odd, but he did not voice it aloud either. He was sure the Lady Elara would hear him. "I like my magic..." He replied simply, and there was quiet again between them. Clearing his throat, he swallowed his food and looked to her with a shrug. "Not many expect it, is...

While Odessa read whatever book that had kept her occupied the past few hours, Lachlan had taken a nap, only to be roused by their driver to come help set up lunch for the Lady Elara. When Urahil finally graced them with her presence, Lachlan was allowed to eat. Lachlan was not great cooking...

Ah, yes, there was that little Urahil trait of superiority that rubbed him the wrong way. Lachlan was not compelled to speak to her, to needlessly defend his magic or that of his battle capabilities. She was a rich noble, who will one day be kept home and safe from seeing a battlefront. There...

Lachlan opened his hazel eyes, a slight wrinkle above his brow that was the only give away to his annoyance listening to the Urahil girl. "Fine..." He exhaled, shooting her a skewering look. "I call them stinging whips. Thin, almost translucent. They touch someone, they're gonna get a nasty pain...

Right, instructions that didn't seem all that wise if they were the protection detail. The distance between themselves in another carriage to their charge gave him unease, but the tall Vel Odren boy squished himself into the carriage and gave Odessa a sheepish look when his legs took up most of...

"Hey! I actually enjoy the dance classes. Didn't attend that last dance because I didn't want to embarrass myself by not knowing how to dance. Was gonna ask Quinnick until I heard that she is grew up dancing. Forgot she was noble." That was on him. He assumed she wasn't privileged, made a vulgar...

"Sorry!" He huffed, panted, lifting the heavy case that the Lady Elara had asked him to go fetch. He carefully loaded with the other trunks and cases, tying it down securely before leaning against it. "Fuck! I am winded!" Shit, should he apologise for swearing? But there was no time to catch...

Lachlan's blond brows lifted in agreement, nodding to Thraah's contribution of things to see. "Yes!" He agreed, laughing. "Fucking hells... imagine that? Traversing that continent and seeing the fucked creatures they have. I want to see the Anirian land we have claimed off the Malakath...

Lachlan sat up straighter when he saw the impassive expression his friend wore, but the question had been asked, and the others had ceased their tribute in stomping boots to listen keenly for the Stinger's answer. "I was eight. I felt higher than the gods." And his grandmother, her crew, made...