1. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private Objects, Affections

    "You'll always be good." Her breath stuttered in a wet inhale, like the words had pierced through her heart and kept going— taking all the weight of its' tired beating at the end of that arrow and disappeared into the night, where its heavy blood would sink into the hungry soil by the lake...
  2. Farren Lóthlindor

    Open A Festival of Lights

    The cheerful light of winter flames flashed against bright smiles as Farren prepared the last of her dancing garb alongside her fellow fire dancers. She wore lined boots, worked and decorated leathers, and a heavy mantle of soft reindeer fur that warded against a cold that dragged the breath...
  3. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private Where the Light Returns

    A startled laugh broke loose before Farren could stop it, sharp enough to crack through the dulled haze she’d been wallowing in. Her gaze snapped to him, incredulous, brows drawn together in disbelief. Yet even as she tried to pin him with a look, heat crept treacherously into her cheeks, the...
  4. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private Objects, Affections

    Woe be unto her own hubris for thinking herself ready for his answer, braced as she was for the sting of it. But the gentleness was worse. It sank beneath her skin like a splinter of light in the dark, harder to ignore than the bark of accusation she’d steeled against. His hand around hers was...
  5. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private Objects, Affections

    Farren peered at him from the cage of her own arms, the curtain of her hair a pale shield. His eyes smoldered in the dark, and his scrutiny sent her nerves skittering like birds against their bars. And yet when Aarno spoke, the gentleness in his tone felt as if it might shatter her with the soft...
  6. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private Objects, Affections

    The relief that came was like when a shoulder is wrenched out of place, excruciating until it's reset back in its socket. The smaller suffering would come soon after, in the tender bruising of abused flesh that ached in the violent aftermath. For now, Farren just felt emptied, wrung out of any...
  7. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private Venture forth, Young Dawn

    "As fast as you need me, Syr." Farren declared, solemn eyes followed Oliver's attention to the churning horizon, her shoulder rolling in anticipation of the bated winds she would rage against in search of their wayward knights. The storm promised a perfect beast to consume this restless, anxious...
  8. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private Objects, Affections

    Her eyes widened at the soft weight of his words— stricken mute by what she dared interpret as permission. The disbelief was not for the fact that Aarno had been the one to give it, but that it had been given to her at all. As if it had been the easiest thing in the world to step out of the...
  9. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private Where the Light Returns

    Farren watched the two speak over the rim of her mug, steam curling into the hollow of her brows as grey eyes tracked mostly empty words. This casual pugnacious camaraderie that danced between them always left her a little remiss for the origin of such tempered rancor. But that teasing reminded...
  10. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private Objects, Affections

    TW: MENTIONS OF FAMILIAL SEXUAL ASSAULT At the top of the stairs, Farren paused. Hand on the latch, breath misting faintly in the cold, she stared down at her knuckles gone bloodless on the handle. Her bones ached from the tension in her frame, the last bite of winter crawling up her...
  11. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private Objects, Affections

    First, she unclenched her fist, breathed slow through her nose, and the last of her anger bled from her shoulders, leaving them to drop with a sigh. Even after a day full of monsters and conflicts of the heart, there was still the mundane blight of human nature to contend with. And somehow...
  12. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private Objects, Affections

    A bright peal of laughter broke out of her before she could stop it, like sunlight cutting through storm clouds. It startled even her, the warmth of it, the way it cracked the crust of the past few hours and let something easier spill through. Her hand came up, fingers brushing her mouth as if...
  13. Farren Lóthlindor

    Open Betwixt the Stacks

    Farren had been perusing this section of the Monastery's library, reading the dustjacket blurbs of Pegging Brats 101 for... reasons, when she had been startled from her reverie by shouting. The library of all places? She would put a stop to it before Parshen worked himself into a cold tizzy and...
  14. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private Objects, Affections

    There was a distracting lurch in her chest at the small gesture— it almost pulled her back from that far-away place as her heart thumped once, too hard, a painful little betrayal. But she had to remind herself of reality, that Aarno was just being polite, and the little things didn't have to...
  15. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private Objects, Affections

    By the time Aarno returned, Farren had her arms sprawled across the table in a mimic of ease, one elbow bent lazily as she tilted her head faintly toward the din of the tavern. She accepted the tankard with a wan smile, already longing for the golden taste of Fellwine, but she was grateful for...
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