Recent content by Nerisyrre Silvern

Syrre saw the shift in him, from tired and distracted to pensive and concerned. His attentiveness was endearing, and the way he gently took her hand in his to kiss it made her cheeks flush a delicate shade of pink. They might have been married but they weren't married yet, and she wasn't quite...

Syrre took Liam's offered hand out of the carriage, her hand on her thigh out of the habit of hoisting the skirts of her traveling clothes but lost in the absence of such. She awkwardly brushed nonexistent dust from her breeches and moved to stand near Ilona. As her teacher and overseer on this...

He seemed less playful than usual, replying with such sound reasoning to her banter. But she was compensating for his rare show of sobriety with a bit of silliness on her part. Syrre had missed him sorely. She would have even taken his coarse teasing, merciless and pointed right at her weakest...

She giggled playfully and shook her head against his shoulder. "Nope. I'm never going back. We can live as vagabonds and charlatans -- never settling down, surviving on your stale biscuits and wild onions." With one last squeeze, however, Syrre stood back and held him at arm's length. Her eyes...

The events surrounding her presence in this carriage had been strange. Syrre herself wasn't even quite sure just how she'd gotten so tangled up in this mess, and explaining it to Liam had been even more challenging. Yet here they were, pressed should-to-shoulder in Lady Ebonheart's fancy...

'Tis I -- Peony. And I like the implications of taking Syrre back toward Vel Anir. Sign me up!

The sun was going down in Elbion. It had cast long, deep shadows through the city, but lamps were going up to combat the growing darkness. Evening came early in the winter months, but the bustling streets were alive at all hours. Some businesses had closed for the day while others would be open...

She giggled at his joke, shaking her head. It restored a bit more normalcy to the room. "You're no stone," she remarked. He was a bird -- her watchful protector, buoyant on the drafts, graceful and thoughtful. She'd never told him the nickname didn't come from the Malachite others called him...

He didn't reply, and Syrre couldn't blame him for his silence. She'd been honest, and couldn't have backed up a falsehood so great if he'd pressed her for further information. Further, she'd not wanted to lie to him. Her life without him had not been sunshine and roses, no matter how much he...

"Oh, the stars," she sighed, turning her head in her palm to gaze longingly at the ceiling. Layers of wood and shingle separated her eyes from the night sky. How many nights they'd laid under that massive sky, pointing out constellations and watching the heavenly bodies wheel over them. She'd...

Syrre smiled when he set down a portion of dried fruits and bread in front of her. "Oh, thank you, love," she said, her hand going to brush against his forearm as he sat down beside her. "I'm glad. It's nice to have a bed again after the floor of the wagon for so long." She chuckled softly...

Liam quietly suggested getting food, giving her a gentle pat before sitting them both upright. Syrre peeled herself off of him, her face somehow redder as he kissed her cheek and stood. She sat on the bed, laying her hands over her cheeks and exhaling a deep breath while his back was turned. She...

He finally seemed to rouse, looking at her with a sleepy surprise before clearing his throat. To her merit, Syrre stayed very still and tried to calm her racing heart by taking even, steady breaths. "Good morning. Or, rather, good evening," she said, her voice small and hurried. He wasn't...

Liam was groggy as he roused from his slumber, and she wriggled closer to continue the trail of hisses from his chin to his temple. He either slept like a log that had laid on the forest floor for decades or as a tripwire that woke to even the smallest sound. She never asked what he dreamed...

Her heart was too full. Syrre squeezed Liam tight, breathing a deep sigh of his scent. He fell asleep so quickly, and she was reluctant to pull herself free of his slumbering embrace. Instead, she shifted closer, made herself comfortable, and settled in to sleep beside him. The bed was...