Recent content by Rob Yew

Rob's one good eye watched the false tears tracking down her face, her lower lip trembling as if in terror of his presence. Such full lips. Very plump. She'd probably had plenty of suitors after a kiss. Or a bite. Her plan wasn't a bad one. The first one, but as for the second. . . He covered...

The pull on Rob's wrist brought them nearly nose to nose. Rob went the extra inch to make it true, 'til his one good eye stared into the depths of one o' hers. "Clever girl," he grinned wickedly. He did not in fact speak either. Some elves bothered to learn other languages, but many found...

Rob's head tilted to the side so he could better study her with his good eye. She leaned against a tall pole, arms crossed. Trying to get a reaction out of him with this new information. His lips pursed firmly and he placed a hand on the pole, just above her head, and leaned forward until he...

"You have friends?" A quizzical expression mangled the elf's lopsided features, then the depths of his green eye flashed with mischief. "Funny." He walked with a thumb through the loop of his belt, deceptively lackadaisical as his fingers sat in easy reach of the thin dagger that sat on his...

Rob glanced at the page as he took it, scowling the more he roved over it. "What? When the time comes? We need precision here, Lyria. Details matter or my crew die. You're going to hold out on me 'cause you're scared of a double cross, that it?" A shame, really, this would foil his double...

"What?" Rob snapped. Despite his sharp tone he fell into step beside her as they began pushing through the press of bodies in the alley. Rob glared at a beggar who bumped into him, shoving the man aside with an elbow to keep pace with Lyria. "You're delaying delivery of information for a...

Rob stopped whittling and picked up the throwing knife, examining it. When she left, a slight, crooked smile tugged at the unscarred side of the elf's mouth. For once, it was genuine. "A fair trade," he muttered to himself. * * * Three days later, Rob stood in the Alley of Glass outside the...

“As if I’d ever love a half human,” Rob snorted, “Running away with your imagination, Lyria.” Though the image of twisted hemp snarled tight around those slender wrists and a bedpost was not… unappealing. “I meant your master, Dontae, on account of his betrayal of me.” The elf smirked, “But...

“You’d be surprised.” Rob’s lips twitched at her words, some crooning aspect in them. Some invective of coaxing need. Primal and raw, awakening like a blood-soaked sunrise. The elf sat very still. Her pact seemed a fairly one sided pact, as far as pacts went. But from every interaction he’d...

"Fuck me," he leaned back in his seat sharply. She was fae. Part fae, at least. Maybe full. Impossible to say. How had he not put that together earlier? The inability to tell a lie, the way her neck healed so quickly, and now her use of the word pact. She meant it in the fae sense of the word...

"Lyria," he repeated, the word almost musical off his tongue. Sounded almost elvish. Rob couldn't decide if he hated that or not. The soup arrived - apparently there'd been some more already made - and the innkeeper set two bowls in front of them. Rob wouldn't say no to a meal, especially not...

"What, the whole time?" Fuck. Now he'd have to put up with her jibes. His eye narrowed on her suddenly, looking between her throat and where she'd sheathed the knife. The cut was barely there, almost like it never existed. Hm. "Alright then. I bet you do want a piece of it, hungry little...

His emerald eye watched with some fascination as her fingers toyed with the large knife, clearly no stranger to a blade. No. Pretty adept in fact. Good grip. "I'm partial to it," he rasped, shrugging, "but you seem like you know your way around a good length of steel." His lips twitched...

"Heh," the elf flashed a toothy sneer back at her, "That's right. Get us some soup, keep. We'll need it." He made the knife wobble again with a flick, his sneer taking on a vicious tilt, "She's made so many promises about the things she'll do for me as her... companion." "Uhh. Ok... Any extra...

"Yes..." his eye watched her hand move across her body, her form hidden by the leather vest, as if she were reaching for something before she decided otherwise. He frowned slightly, bandages shifting with the motion, wound stinging, "...talk. Don't kill our flautist. He's got other skills. I...