Recent content by Lechies Delrio

The Delrio family waited, stiff with anticipation for the climax of Garrod's tale, for it did seem that the adventure would end in spilled blood, perhaps enough to count as a tragedy. Caymus in particular had all but forgotten his dinner, pressed forward against the edge of the table with...

Juliote nodded at his answer. Some of the tension faded from her frame, and she listened on, satisfied with the knowledge that even a creature as supposedly wild as a dryad was willing to settle matters with peaceful words. Caymus was only disappointed there were no tales of danger and battle...

From the moment Garrod opened with 'tellings of missing people', Lechies sat up a little straighter, worried that this adventure of his was going to take a tragic turn. As much as she didn't mind indulging her family's requests for retellings of her own travels, Lechies usually tried to avoid...

"Isn't it? Just let me know when you're ready for a refill." Garrod's agreement brought a beaming smile to Aleks' face, the older man proud to have presented something that so pleased their guest. He gestured next in Lechies' direction, and not even her shock at tonight's extravagant display...

'Young master.' The honorable address seemed to fill Cay with the sort of vigor one might usually draw from that first cup of coffee or tea in the early morning. His blue eyes brightened, face awash with pride, and Cay nearly gained an inch or so from how his back went straight once more. Just...

His hand curled around her, gentle in its insistence, and Lechies quickly brushed the last of the cake crumbs from her palms so that she could lean into his touch without fear of smearing the snack over his front. The noise of the crowd behind faded to a quiet murmur. Distantly, Lechies felt no...

He loved sweets. Perhaps little Garrod had found them an effective tonic for the general bitterness of life, and that habit carried into adulthood. Same as her. A kindred spirit, and in a way that mattered more than the sharing of their bodies with demons. Tickled by the idea, Lechies's...

Lechies answered the question with a flat look of reproach, made somewhat ineffective by the fact that her cheeks were full of sugar-coated fruit. Perhaps she resembled a squirrel in this moment, with her mane of red hair. Once she'd swallowed: "Greedy," came the half-hearted rebuke, almost...

Lechies cast an eye to the sky stretching bright and blue between the timeworn eaves of Leviathan Square. The noises of the city flowed around them, through them, chaotic and lively. Vibrant, in a way that filled her heart as surely as the presence of the man beside her. She hummed in reply, a...

Lechies only half-listened to Garrod's exchange with the proprietress. She browsed the shelves in an unhurried fashion, mouthing the contents of the bottles to herself as she drifted down the aisle, fingers passing gently over glass. It was odd, in some ways, to be taking care of her...

Lechies pursed her lips, half holding back her laughter, and half still chewing her food. Garrod so did love flashy little displays. Perhaps it was how he advertised his services as a monster hunter -- a casual show of magic, as proof that he could wield flames even fiercer to take down his...

Garrod turned, chest pumping with labored breaths, eye wide and overbright. Not with madness or corruption or worse, just the simple exhaustion of a man after a chaotic fight. Lechies, too, relinquished the breath wound tight in her lungs. She tested the air again as she straightened. There was...

"Oh, no," Lechies said, leaning slightly away, trying in vain to hide from the brilliance of his smile. She may as well have closed her eyes in an attempt to hide from the sun. "Should we? Did you not have enough to eat? I'm really not that-" Hungry, she tried to say. But the gurgle of her...

Lechies tried and failed to hold back a laugh. A duck, dipping its head under the pond in search of food in its murky depths. Back legs and fluffy rear wiggling in the air. A duck whose head was as white as a snow-capped mountain. The mental image did amuse her so. She held Garrod's gaze, smile...

"You want just plain leather, right?" Sindy snapped the measuring ribbon open across Lechies's fingers. "Yes, please." "And a sigil of magic resistance, again?" At Sindy's beckoning, Lechies lifted her hand so that the ribbon could wrap around her wrist. "Yes." Sindy scratched notes into...