1. Bebin

    Open What grows out of mud

    "You will do no such damned thing, Syr Kerraelas," came the voice of one Syr Bebin Theros, cutting through the soup of mist swirling about them. The sound of his off kilter step crunching across the forest floor, there behind it in a three beat step. "And your wanton use to call forth the gifts...
  2. Bebin

    Private The Twin Branch

    Bebin took Selene's finer hand there amidst the broad plane of his own. Already snatched up a kerchief he kept stowed away in one of the pockets hidden away in the bands of his gambeson. A snap of the fabric with the flick of the wrist. Practiced digits slid there to the long bones of his...
  3. Bebin

    Private The Twin Branch

    Eyes upon the tea set there upon the counter. Trails steaming from the coloring drink turning tawny. "There is only one way for us to find out," Bebin said with a squeeze of Selene's hand. "Come the morrow, we find our wayward son," His hand came unwound from hers and took up a spoon. Burried...
  4. Bebin

    Private The Twin Branch

    What heat roiled there in that barreled furnace that was Bebin's chest, abated at the touch, rise and press of fingers he found so familiar as to miss their very press against whatever parts of him were there last to recieve them. Fore the waves of blood and wash of minds lightnings had him feel...
  5. Bebin

    Private The Twin Branch

    Coiling, and coiling. Bebin's hand comes shut. "I would risk trusting him, Selene," he holds that fist sure upon the counter. Meatpies steaming. Mint sauce bright. Yogurt cool and thick. "I would risk that we do what needs must," That she would ask him to think with his heart. "It was...
  6. Bebin

    Private The Twin Branch

    He knew his Captain carried dark secrets. Still those darker than he could fathom. Yet. "The very same sword," he gave voice to his pondering. Fell back to his silence. Listened. The steam swirling and hissing from pots so stacked and set to flame. When his eyes did look there in those...
  7. Bebin

    Private The Twin Branch

    Ease comes easy across Bebin's shoulders, as Selene rests the more against him. Limbs twined, and digits laced while thumbs dance slow circles about each others bones. A smile, soft across his face as he eyes the little green witch on high at her station. There upon the shelf. The sounds of...
  8. Bebin

    Private The Twin Branch

    Bebin's lip curled up at the corner of his mouth, hands folding over his cloak, bundling it with the rest of all the things they had peeled out of to set aside. Frost laden, and melt soaked. "Such pursuits require such dedications," he said, removed as he remarked on the cumin, though his...
  9. Bebin

    Open Darkened Path Well Walked

    Tack... Tack... Tack. End of cane sounded against the timeless stone made to hallway floor. Painted cerulean hue by the ever constant wash of shroud lamps' loch blue. A mismatched gait accompanied the stick's steady rhythm. One step sure. The other clumsy in how it landed. No natured grace, or...
  10. Bebin

    Open A Festival of Lights

    In the Farm Fields A huff from the dusker, who but ambled on through the snow. "You make that sound like some impossibility, rather than the common occurence it is, Syr Faramund," pulled his night blue cloak about himself, just the tighter. "Even with the, ole stump, as you have so charmingly...
  11. Bebin

    Open A Festival of Lights

    It had only been near a year entire since they had ventured out to that accursed place. Near a year since he had lost his leg, and close to so much more. One boot crunching in the snow. One false leg clumsy against the sink and slip of the powder. The rest of him, clumsy there with it. And how...
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  12. Bebin

    Private The Twin Branch

    Petrov smirked. "Only thing half decent to eat round these parts, these days," "Aye now, you weren't sayin that about that duck I cooked last week," Venka cut. Eyes wide and glassy with hurt. Petrov's eyes narrowed. Lips taught, like he needed to measure out each word about to fall from his...
  13. Bebin

    Private The Twin Branch

    A squeeze there between the clamshell of her bones. Condensation warm in the heat that swirled betwixt the spread of their skin. Rare, to be made a pearl, so far from crashing shores. Eyes black and bottomless as all the splendors she contained. He gave a single nod, and sat there beside her...
  14. Bebin

    Private The Twin Branch

    Bebin grumbled. Cruelty came hard when the name of the very woodworker whose craft they were prepared to ruin was mentioned. Such was the power of names. Things that not only bound you to all they carried, but could inspire, illicit, drag up from the cold buried past every manner of feeling and...
  15. Bebin

    Private The Twin Branch

    Bebin's eyes followed the drink down to clack on the table. How the droplets gathered on lips full and dark. Huffed a smirk. Petrov mulled the words over. "Nor have we," Venka scoffed. "Lucky break, that," Petrov tilt his head. Shook it away. "Only means the trouble's brewin well beyond...
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