Recent content by Mikko Cendrillon

"Then I will give you my company for as long as you'd like to bear it." He smiled, sadly, but warmth could be recognised in his dark eyes. He didn't lose out completely. "I am sure they can spare me to a Guardian's safety." Mikko had thought many months ago that he would like to court Lyta one...

Mikko raised his brows, sounding his surprise at her admittance. "Well, Lady Lyta, this is your first glimpse in so long. What do you think of it?" Lyta looked beautiful in this soft light. Sunsets were always a golden warmth, but a sunrise was such as this had painted her in a soft glow. She...

Mikko laughed, something so rare of a sound to come from him, but Lyta had found a way to weave it out from him. "Without a question," He grinned, still chuckling at the jest. "No... I am going to remember this dress." He gently guided her to twirl before sweeping her into the next series of...

Mikko chuckled, "Alright then." He stooped down to collect his cup of tea and finished it, shaking the empty cup to rid of the dregs before tucking it into a side pocket to his pack. There, he also brought out some cheese from the meal packs they had opened the night before, where Mikko had cut...

"Ancients, no." He lied. He was going to do plenty of apologising tomorrow if anything missed him at his patrol route. "I think I can get away with a little more time with you..." He grinned, and thankfully, the strings began a soft ballad. Finally, a waltz! Even then, he was not proficient...

Despite the good rest he had gotten all night, he still felt a tiredness in his self. He had heard her stir, and get up to wander, and so Mikko thought no better time than to start packing up their camp. By the time their things were now hanging on the saddle bags and back in their travel packs...

Mikko laughed, "Oh ho! I would have loved to see how Brom would dance now." The grin that pulled at his lips took on a smugness, something he could tuck away for later and bring up when Ser Brom next lost a round of darts against the Cendrillon lad. "He'd probably be watching me right now...

He watched her go with a small smile, a small triumph that she had not moved away from him so quickly before he took her in his arms. So he did not hold it against her, not when he was sure his dreams would conjure her, and he would see her once more before dawn. "Goodnight, Lady Lyta." He too...

How could he not help himself to brushing his fingers through her hair; it's softness a delight and made it easier to smooth the tangles in her locks. Mikko was gentle, he had to learn how to be when his mother had been too tired to help Jasmine get ready for school. Mikko had survived angry...

"Well, I only know the waltz from my sister, and a jig because I once had too much at the tavern and was taught by colleagues. Thankful that no ribbons or tutus were involved then." Mik smiled. Although he wouldn't dream showing Lyta that jig, when he was for certain it was most likely wrong, he...

When he was a boy, he loved a girl that was set on a pedestal, and then she became the very image of Valenntenian Faith. How could he not see other Guardians at such a prominent position, for he had been looking up at Kaira as if she were a sky painted of stars like Lyta spoke of? And The...

Mikko simply could not do anything but stare down at the Guardian after she brushed a lock of his hair from his face, as if it would have been more obstructing than the simple mask he bought just to have this moment with her. It was a gentle smile he gave her now, her costume the pure...

"The Absalon?" Mikko could not help the bitter laugh. "Never met him, witch." Brasser choked and wheezed. The mage woman scowled at him. "My sources say you have friends in high places. Your family name has some pedigree to it, but yet you never met the Absalon? Pity." She released Brasser...

Opportunity was a fickle thing when it came to Mikko Cendrillon. As his brother no doubt was speaking some wise and sage words, his dark eyes caught the lovely butterfly motifs that Lyta adorned this night. He shoved his drink into his twin's free hand and left without word or explanation...

Mikko found himself setting his meal parcel and sketching kit to the side, crossing to the spot to his left where Lyta was and wrapped his arms around her. He did not think, only seeing the glistening in those green eyes of hers. He cradled her head to his chest, resting his cheek at the top of...