Recent content by Otto von Geist

As the fae spoke in return to him, the thief was amazed; it was as though a curtain was being unveiled before his eyes, and something that had been there for so long was made so clear that he wondered how he never noticed it before. For her to speak so confidently of it, of a truth he'd always...

Otto scoffed at her teasing. "Dramatics? What good is a scoundrel without a sense of poetry?" he said, chuckling. The fire and the food had lulled him into a sense of safety, the same sense that had doubtless drawn Liviana closer to himself and speaking with the same relief in her voice as he...

Even though he was wracked with hunger, Otto still found himself turning to face Liviana when he heard the familiar tune of her voice again. Her words caught him by surprise enough to elicit a slight flushing of his cheeks, especially at the gratitude. "It wasn't as though I did it alone," he...

He felt the weight of the situation rapidly lift from his shoulders as Liviana relented. In truth, it pained him just as much to retreat from their battle of sorts, but for as much as he wanted to wreak destruction upon the Regisfords—as much for himself as for what they had done to the fae, and...

The wave of relief Otto felt at her 'thank you' was swiftly replaced by a sudden dread as Liviana began to say something, anything other than yes, let's leave here, let's go somewhere safe, far away from the Regisfords where we can get back on our feet again, and he could hardly believe his...

"I'll be fine." Yeah, sure you will, he thought. She needed a good bed and some hot food now, or at least the fae equivalent. But, as always, there was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, and whatever luck the two of them still had seemed to be evaporating by the minute. It had been hard enough...

Liviana's voice cut through the racing thoughts of his mind with ease, his head snapping to face her as soon as the first note lilted from her shapely lips, a reminder that she may not have even been in her true form at the moment, though he suspected she was just as beautiful either way. Long...

As Liviana began opening the various crates, Otto quickly noticed something: the captive Fae were being held inside crates that specifically had strips of iron bolted to the crate, much more than was necessary to construct such a thing, and he suspected these crates must have been much heavier...

Otto watched as Liviana took the ominous blade from him, his eyes flicking between the weapon and Liviana herself. Perhaps, he thought, she meant to carve open the crate, but surely the crowbar would have been better for such a task. Then, he saw her bring the blade close to her hand...

Otto frowned when Liviana began to become distressed at the prospect of opening the crate; he felt guilty, knowing that it had been his assumption that she could open it which led her to feel that way in the first place. Her request for a blade seemed a sensible one, though, and with a person...

Otto watched with concern as Liviana stepped forward, preparing herself for her own attempt at uncovering what lay inside of the large wooden crate he'd just exerted himself greatly attempting to open. His stomach tightened as dread loomed inside him, the crate seeming less like an object of...

Otto stood, walking past Liviana as he focused on the crates. They were relatively large, wood, and Otto noticed holes in the top of the crate: neatly-carved, and intentional. Past the smell of stew, he thought he smelled something stranger, but he couldn't put his finger on what exactly it was...

Otto's eyes were scanning Liviana as she prepared to answer him, as though he could somehow decipher even an inkling of the machinations of her mind if he gazed deeply enough. Though that look yielded no answers, he was taken aback when she took his hand in hers; compared to before, there was...

The pit in his stomach he suddenly felt as Liviana transformed from the imposing form of a brutish thug back into the form he'd come to recognize was a strangely familiar feeling. Only moments after he'd witnessed it and she'd spoken to him, charming as she ever was, did he recognize where he'd...

As Liviana was looking in his eyes, asking for his trust, Otto remembered something: a memory, of a rainy day spent with Marjorie upon a parlor balcony, overlooking the streets below while protected from the downpour by a lovely blue awning. His paramour looked at him with devilish eyes as they...