Recent content by Lilette Blackbriar

Lilette searched his eyes for treachery, and found only fear. Her grip loosened in fractions as her features softened and guilt set in. She gave Fane one last look; sleeping soundly, tucked in, not a mark on him that she hadn't stitched. The elf let out a shaky, tired sigh, and released the...

Treasure. Were he not blinded so, he'd have seen the way she hid behind her hand. Oh, and such courtly manners too, she thought, not at all like Yldore's ruffians--brave though they were. Her hand slipped from his with longing resistance till they parted, leaving her to rub her knuckles just...

Lilette tracked him even as he disappeared, wearing that same pensive look. So strange, the hearts of boys, she thought. Then again her own heart seemed to lead her this way and that of late, and fluttered softly at Callim's touch. She instinctively took his hand in hers, and showed no signs...

Everything happened so fast, loud, blurred, blinding even--just like that fateful night. That boreal flash bounced in her nocturnal eye such that they appeared white-hot to all who saw them for a brief moment before they shut tight. What little reprieve Toruuk's hacking and slashing afforded...

Things did not go as she'd expected, and she wouldn't change it for the world. Confusion gave way to surprise and something else at the gentle caressing of her thigh, Callim being the first to touch the young maiden in such a way, and would continue to do so in many ways still. As he moved...

Lilette did not consider herself a vengeful woman, but did she relish it in this moment? Indeed, not only for his teasing, but their first meeting as well. In fact she smirked at Cassian, emboldened. She'd have to tease the poor boy more often. Callim's shy yet unblinking delivery would offer...

Her lips pursed, starlit eyes meeting tropic pools. He was so beautiful, like a fairy tale to lose oneself in, and lose herself she did. Surely they were not human, she thought, for how else could they so enchant even elves? Movement tore her gaze towards Cassian and her breath hitched. Once...

Her ears twitched to the sound of their quickening heartbeat. Callim alluded to something, leaving her to wonder if it was going where she thought it was, Cassian confirming her suspicions soon after. "I... you- that's not fair!" pouted Lilette. What little blood she'd metabolized seemed to...

The elf managed a smile, and lost it in the same breath. "Nnmh...!" she whined in embarrassment whilst hurriedly chewing before she spoke. "That day by the fountain, we three, reeled upon fate's red line," she breathed. She wrung her hands and could meet their gaze no longer. "We spoke of my...

Her hand was so much smaller in his, yet belied a warrior's strength. He was right, she followed shoulder first, mailed fingers wrapped tightly around Nightspell's hilt whilst trailing after him with a light foot and sharp gaze. She stopped beside him and shifted her visor slowly from side to...

"Hm?" Lilette would tilt her head, innocently confused. Then came those serpentine jaws to again devour their meals, and Lillete--whose cheek still bulged with sweets--ceased chewing, staring a moment. But of course, she was once more sidetracked. "Ah," she swallowed harshly. "T'were an...

Lilette blinked once, then twice. The vampire was not one to judge another's diet of course--though table manners were another story--but the fashion in which Callim consumed his meal was... different. Did humans have sharp teeth in this part of the world? or were they perhaps homonculi, like...

"My pleasure, young ser!" Ispir's smile was infectious, as was the falconer's. Corviner...? surely "Val" was some sort of corvid, though she'd never seen one quite like them before. "Such opulent onyx, this fowl of thine." beamed Lilette. All the while Toruuk and his elvish friend conversed...

"Oh, I only meant uhm," Lilette trailed off. The girl said not a word more till they'd entered the morgue, and even then it left her in stunned silence. It wasn't the morgue itself which caused her to shy away behind the Dreadlord--though it seemed even a morgue could be made more inhospitable...

"Ah, acceptable." said Lilette, whose gaze sank. She rubbed at her puffed sleeve whilst the twins prepared a table, silently out of the way until invited to join. The elf wandered in search until she'd glimpsed one half buried in a mound of gold that took her aback. So that was the key to this...