Recent content by Talorgan

For a moment, Talorgan could only look at her. It wasn’t the shape of her body that held him; it was the way she stood so utterly at ease in her own skin, daring him to keep looking. He cleared his throat softly, a rough sound that betrayed his nerves. "Aye… ready." His gaze slipped away...

For a moment, Talorgan forgot how to breathe again. The sound of her voice - soft, teasing, full of quiet confidence - filled the small room until it seemed to press against his ribs. He turned slightly as she moved closer, his eyes following the fall of her hair, the shift of light against...

Talorgan’s gaze lingered on her a moment longer before he nodded. Then he followed, moving down the hall in silence. The boards creaked faintly beneath his boots, a sound almost too loud for a home like this, where everything gleamed and felt touched by care. He watched every sway of hips as...

Talorgan let himself be pushed back, though his chest rose beneath her hands with a slow, measured breath - a faint flicker of instinct beneath the surface, like Biersys stirring at the back of his mind. Her touch grounded him, but also woke that part of him that wanted to claim and protect in...

For a heartbeat, Talorgan forgot to breathe. Her words and her her touch turned the air thick, heavy with something that wasn’t just want, but a quiet recognition of what they’d both been reaching toward without saying it. When she kissed him, he answered with the same gentleness she’d given...

Talorgan’s gaze followed the motion of her fingers against his sleeve. It was an achingly human gesture. She had always seemed so strong and sure of herself that he hadn't seen the vulnerability. He should have done, he realised. There had been hints in how she described her relationship with...

Talorgan’s arms tightened around her just enough that she could feel the strength in them, not to restrain, but to steady. He could feel the tremor in her shoulders, the salt of her tears against his neck. Her words landed like stones in the quiet between them. For a long while, he didn’t...

Talorgan’s breath hitched when she moved into him, but he didn’t resist. The sudden weight of her in his lap, her head against his shoulder, her hand warm at his chest - it surprised him. For a long moment he only sat there, rigid as stone. Then, slowly, his arms wrapped around her. Careful at...

For a long moment, Talorgan said nothing at all. He only looked at her, at the way she couldn’t quite lift her gaze, and felt something shift inside his chest. He leaned back slightly, hands curling into hers, as if weighing the moment. When he did speak, his voice was quiet, roughened at the...

Talorgan sat very still while she spoke, her words falling around him like soft stones in a still pond. A room. An invitation. Not just to visit, but to belong. He glanced at her hands as she stared at them, the tremor of his own breath quiet and unsteady. When he finally spoke, it was low...

Her hand in his was a shock of warmth - and though he tried not to show it - Talorgan’s breath caught faintly at the simple weight of it. He followed without protest, though each step through the halls felt like crossing some unseen threshold. This was her space, one she had chosen to share with...

For a heartbeat, Talorgan could only stare back at her, as though her words had knocked the air clean from his chest. She had given him an opening he had not dared to imagine, and it left him both humbled and unsure of how to step forward without stumbling. His mouth parted, then closed...

Talorgan felt the weight of her words settle over him, each one a careful stone she laid at his feet. He listened quietly, letting her speak without interruption, aware of the fragility she wrapped around herself. He lowered his gaze for a moment, studying the floor as she had, then lifted it...

He looked at her and immediately fell into her gaze of mischief. Talorgan huffed a laugh, at her glimmering eyes. The way she wielded mischief against him left him disarmed, though he tried to straighten under it. “You’ve never lacked patience, no,” he admitted, voice touched with fondness...

Talorgan’s ears warmed at her teasing, though he tried to play it off with a crooked smile. His gaze flicked toward Cathán, who shifted with a low rumble that made his chest tighten despite the dragon’s clear ease around them. “Best friends, hm? I’d settle for… tolerated,” he said quietly...