1. Oliver

    Open Buried Roots [KoA]

    They stood by one another, Dawn and Dusk, like they had for years and yet unlike ever before. His hands were cold as he clasped them at front, shoulders lax and attention downturned towards the root of the funeral pyre whence a man so used to holding his head high diminished. Kaarle said nothing...
  2. Oliver

    Private Venture forth, Young Dawn

    The bushes Some way uphill from the village The brush rattled, raked by the wind that blew stronger with the approaching storm. Hunched in the gloom of evening trees, as she had been for the past hour or so, Kat glared at the village and the shapes milling about it. Adjusted the too large men’s...
  3. Oliver

    Private Venture forth, Young Dawn

    Words were received to silence and a stare that grew grim, lips twisting with contemplation over each detail. Hector had hurried to speaking quickly after Willard, with that softer camaraderie and offer as for the next step, already looking ahead. For all it’s well-meaning, he had to assume, it...
  4. Oliver

    Private Venture forth, Young Dawn

    So many names, dear nephew. His response was a hum and a smile, fond and sad. So much heart, was Syr Hector. And effortless in expressing it, with all the right things to say. He hadn’t the time to appreciate it more, let alone in words, before already their little silence unspooled. To...
  5. Oliver

    Open Drags on a Dragon

    Fucking fabulous. He kept finding glitter in his mouth, from all the breeze, the smiles and the incessant blathering he’d got upto since he’d brushed his entire moustache with it. Must be the heat undoing the glue — At this rate I’ll be shitting sparkle for weeks too. Blowing out a breath, he...
  6. Oliver

    Private Burials

    “ One should hope a tailor is nifty with a needle, relatively. “ He responded humourlessly, all too ready and as such, unable to stop himself. As if to serve the both of them, the monastery walls winked to view betwixt the trees none too soon therein, large trees and moss hugging the old stone...
  7. Oliver

    Private Burials

    His brows arched with surprise at the exclamations, the amount of amusement and speak of ruined reputations. Easy counters, the kind that’d loose a mere half-arsed exhale of a laugh from him. “ That’s a reputation yourself assigns to me, Faramund. “ He started, lips twisting with thought. “...
  8. Oliver

    Private Burials

    It’s not a title of kings and their knights. The Syr itself implies work and a living. But he wouldn’t say it, let the man have his fun, light as it was. Likely was that he just didn’t understand the joke, made caricature of what plenty people probably assumed he was. Some stuck up yokel and a...
  9. Oliver

    Private Burials

    What he wanted wasn’t so much in the words as it was in the ceremony of it, though that vanishingly small ‘aye’ definitely helped. The touch turned it into something solid, anchored the moment, reducing the space betwixt to what felt like nothing at all. And then it was over. The man fled past...
  10. Oliver

    Private Burials

    He kept the man’s look, allowed him speak and make jest, that gentle touch of levity the Sworn seemed unable to shake. It landed in a quake that willed a wry smile upon him, sad at the edges. He could give that much, for this once. Come his time, he hadn’t but to blink and draw breath to tell as...
  11. Oliver

    Private Burials

    So. It wasn’t just about guilt, in the end. “ We won’t choose how we’ll be remembered. Some will hate you for going oversoon — “ Myself included. “ Some will wholeheartedly understand. To the dead this matters very little. “ They’ll just be dead, then. But before then, the suffering has been...
  12. Oliver

    Private Burials

    Austere. He huffed a laugh at that — if anyone from his past life had been around to heard such a description in regards to him, they would’ve snickered too. What a fine little word, sounding fancier than it was. But a lie it was not, he had to admit — just when had it become so, from what he...
  13. Oliver

    Private Burials

    There was a grin in the affirmation and he’d take it, gladly. The ghost of something similar passed his face, even as none could see it. But the lightness lingered therein, easing whatever worryborne creases had made home upon his face. The rest of his glare chipped away, authority yielded...
  14. Oliver

    Private Burials

    Double-edged sword with no grip? Guess that was true enough, in a way. A bit dull at those edges. “ Correct, I have heard it all before. From your mouth, too. “ He admitted, simply. Too fresh, was all that. The naivety that had landed more baffling the more he rotated it around in his mind. “...
  15. Oliver

    Private Burials

    The response was bizarre, but suppose he had asked, knowing that it’d hardly align with what he’d hoped it to be. Was that the distance speaking, or actual opinion? With so much shared betwixt, so much lived through alongside and without, what would’ve been the point to keep an arm’s length. For...
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