1. 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...
  2. 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...
  3. 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...
  4. 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...
  5. 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...
  6. 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...
  7. 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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  8. 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...
  9. 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...
  10. 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...
  11. 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...
  12. Bebin

    Private The Twin Branch

    Bebin followed the trail of Selene's fingers. Round and round the horn it went. Glistening as it glided across the rim. None the resonance of glass. But the motion. The trails of the water. "It must be," he said, as eyes followed up the length of robed arm, and unto dark and starry eyes. The...
  13. Bebin

    Private The Twin Branch

    Petrov raised his hairless brow. Single ash colored eye widening at the lady of late night eyes. "I meant no offense by it, Lady Lamothe," the old mercenary captain said. Clear. Venka still wore her little smile. Bebin kept his dark eyes on the both of them. Snapped the rag off to the side of...
  14. Bebin

    Private The Twin Branch

    Petrov stared a moment at the offered hand. Took it gingerly and bowed his crown to it. "Lady Lamothe," Vanka raised a brow at that. "Lamothe, eh?" she looked the woman over, clear blue eyes drank in those eyes of midnight. "Heard tell they were gone," Petrov rose up, as the hiss of the...
  15. Bebin

    Private The Twin Branch

    A low grumble of agreement, mixed with his own pained breath. But her warmth was like a balm unto itself, familiar and comforting, as they meld the more together in that moment. "All the less, together," he huffed. Let his hands ease loose about her. Smoothed up her side, and brushed a bit of...
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