Recent content by Raphael

Raphael started when Freaya spoke. He had been so lost in what Ember had said he had barely been paying attention to his surroundings. That was dangerous. And lazy. The shadows would have alerted to him to any danger of course but the start of war was not the time to start letting himself get...

Raphael stared after Fraeya as she disappeared up the stairs. Nobody had ever thanked him before. He stood there, not knowing quite what to do with himself with the hanging over him, until Ember bustled out of the kitchen when the breakfasts Fraeya must have ordered. "Oh I know that look,"...

Raphael could barely hear Fraeya over the roaring in his ears. It had not been the threat of potential violence with Izak. A part of the Shadowsinger had been wishing for it just to take the other male down a peg or two in front of his entire squadron. No, it had been the look he had given...

Raphael sheathed his blade and came to stand beside Freaya, an almost bored expression on his handsome face. His wings itched to protectively curl her into him but he resisted, teeth grinding with the strain. "I believe minor soldiers like yourself have to get sign off from a superior to enter...

Izak took another step then stopped, a blade suddenly appearing at his throat. "I hope that bet is how quickly it would take her to tear you to shreds. It's the only one worth placing money on," Raphael's voice was the deathly calm of the eye of a hurricane. Emerie who had just reappeared in...

Raphael found himself lingering by the window to watch the troops. Two centuries ago and he would have been one of those men, stood shoulder to shoulder with Sid and others from their tribe, listening to an asshole order them about and getting a hard on because of the power they had. He wondered...

Raphael's wings splayed out behind him as he rested his back against the wall. He watched the door as he ran a hand through his hair and tried to shake the rest of the sleep from his mind. Outside the horn blared again which acted as a great distraction. With a grunt of effort he got to his feet...

Another sleepy blink before he cast his eyes to the bed and then the door, as though he were trying to work out if her story were correct. His eyes finally rested upon the blanket that had tripped her and immediately he released his grip upon her wrists. "Sorry," he pushed himself off her...

Even slumbering, Raphael knew that the sound of the horn was nothing to stir for. The Sindarin Tribe had a particular love of blowing the instruments made of bone when patrols passed through. Having grown up with the noise he had gotten used to it. What he hadn't had had to deal with growing up...

Raphael merely rolled over and threw an arm over his head as though he might be able to block out the noise of the bugle. "Kinflyfuoff," came the muffled response as shadows crept up the walls to blot out the bits of sun coming through the windows, plunging the room into a soothing darkness...

Raph slipped back into the room a respectable amount of time later, having given her enough time to do... whatever it was a female needed to do before bed. He blew out the lanterns that lit the room as he went, leaving just the fire burning in the corner. He added a few more logs to it before...

Raphael glanced at the blanket then shook his head just a fraction. "You're cold." With that, the puca turned his back and carefully undid the small clasps of his shirt that made it fit around his wings, then pulled it up and over his head. An array of silver scars littered his back in a...

"I'll take the cot," Raphael eased round Fraeya where she had frozen only a few steps inside, careful not to brush against her. He gave her an odd look when she continued to stand there and seemed about to ask before thinking better of it. He dumped their packs on the small dresser and then...

"I'll be right back!" Cinders chirped and dashed off to attend the call of her mother leaving Raphael and Fraeya blissfully alone. The shadows became normal once more. "I'm not stuck with you," the puca said after a long pregnant silence. He studied the mug in his hands as he debated his next...

Raphael was indeed glowering. His irritation had spiked so much the shadows had reappeared, slithering over the chair at his back and to his side. Even part of the table. Cinders swatted at them like one might a fly. "Oh stop sulking," she clicked her tongue and without invite took the spare...