1. Aarno

    Private Snow Melt

    Steam was escaping from the spout of the pot nestled on hot coals. So quiet had his watch been that he started at the call come from behind his shoulder, sudden as it was, and flinched to attention. Brows soaring, eyes a little wider in their stare, if not for long. Blowing out a relieved breath...
  2. Aarno

    Private Snow Melt

    The nigh empty skin left his hands before he could as much as realize what was happening and sooner yet she was promising so much — and leaving him behind. He finally closed his mouth and drew breath to speak, doing all of it at her distancing back. “ I didn’t mean right now. Helena? “ He...
  3. Aarno

    Private Snow Melt

    Whoever had said that the real slow living amongst the elements cradled one’s frayed nerves was full of shit. Suppose that was easy to think in some parlour out there, or even the monastery where so many things were provided. Fuck, he’d thought that earlier today, despite age old experience...
  4. Aarno

    Private Snow Melt

    He huffed at what he had to figure was jest for how unserious it was. Lawless. Tea does not simply arrive. It needs making and won’t be done, precisely or otherwise, before one does so. These are the rules. Whether any which frivolity was needed at all, at any time, was another matter to itself...
  5. Aarno

    Private Snow Melt

    Too much? He was left with his smiles and tease, properly deservedly, but hardly sorry for it. The trees gave way to something rather storybook and though a change in subject occurred, unbidden it was not. They’d earned a wealth of traveling for today and the dark here fell fast after the Sun...
  6. Aarno

    Private Objects, Affections

    Frayed as himself was at the edges, he tensed up against the heft come leaning against him. From her clutches he’d free but the one hand, more for him than for her, that he may wrap an arm around her shoulders. It was hard to listen to the sobbing, beneath which he merely exhaled, long and weary...
  7. Aarno

    Private Objects, Affections

    He felt at the way she gripped him in turn, tips of his fingers brushing over her taut knuckles in a whisper of a touch. Something idle as she spoke, a meager bit of comfort to make up for how he failed to hold her gaze, letting his own dip away to the sliver of space betwixt them. Suppose she...
  8. Aarno

    Private Snow Melt

    It was so. And he affirmed with a nod of the head, small and easily forgotten to the bob of the ride. Her words though — he’d remember those, the last notion drawing him to relent, to gaze at her again. Not dull, not boring, not drab. That was most of his worries gone now wasn’t it. With that...
  9. Aarno

    Private Snow Melt

    No objection, truly? He let himself sink back to the depth of his seat with new temperance, one he was want to force upon himself. Made an effort to nod in understanding, despite his lack of it. What was there to take, but the words and the smiles as they were, even if he’d perhaps hoped for...
  10. Aarno

    Private Snow Melt

    The quiet wasn’t for long, made shorter by not having a word for how he felt about it. Suppose it had been peaceful enough, the type that could bear being left to it’s devices. From it, two emerged all too soon. The hint of that thought was in the arch of the brows from beneath which he peered...
  11. Aarno

    Private Snow Melt

    Success enough, the jest. He could listen to that laugh all day. But it didn’t do to fill the belly with merely a sweet thing — had never satisfied him either, not entirely. A dash of something else was there when she gave response and urged her horse ahead once more, so certain in both. All...
  12. Aarno

    Private Snow Melt

    Funny, is it? His face contorted to a dog’s grin at the word, seriousness banished and tension bleeding out from every fiber. “ Why — Because I build them? “ He inclined his chin proudly, sat a little taller. “ Or are you perhaps supernaturally privy to my ardent fancy for breaching them? With...
  13. Aarno

    Private Snow Melt

    Fine report. The terribly professional praise had him bring a gloved palm to his heart, a pronounced pat like that of a man thoroughly flattered. The smile he took on was solemn, almost repentant, eyes pointed somewhere away. Like hers were. “ Thank you, Captain. I should be very glad indeed. “...
  14. Aarno

    Private Snow Melt

    Svala picked up on the slowing pace ahead before he did, its mouth working the bit and head arching, ears twisted back. He didn’t have to urge it to do anything, just shifted posture back from where he’d been hovering on instinct and muttered his easy affirmations as the gallop ground down. It...
  15. Aarno

    Private Snow Melt

    He was too old for this, surely. Frivolity, wind in his hair. And yet— “ Yes, Helena! You do. ” He answered, honesty in his eyes and the twist of a grin in his mouth, baring the sliver of sharp teeth. Baited breath catching in his throat as lungs pulled in huffs of the fast passing air. “...
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