1. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    Osytha stares down at the table as Rois speaks… up until he treats her to his caricature impression of a certain yokel knight, and then she finds herself involuntarily turning her head to gawp as his strangled tones claw across the chalkboard of her eardrums. It’s bad. It is so bad; not just...
  2. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    “I… I do. I know I can. But—” tortured wool almost squeaks between her white-knuckled fingers; “—but it’s also…” Osytha lifts her eyes from the utilitarian grey stone floor, back up to the table. The way he’s watching back, eased against the headrest of his propped-up palm, Rois is the...
  3. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    She doesn’t understand. Her eyes are still large with that confusion when Rois takes her hand away from his teeth and, almost tenderly, places it against the flesh of his neck instead. Osytha stares at it there, alabaster in the moonlight against the rippling contours of his dusky throat. With...
  4. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    Complacent. She’s done it before; thought she’s reached some sort of equilibrium with Rois, allowed her guard to come down — and suddenly found him leaping over the boundary she’d simply imagined there. Baleful eyes, butcher’s cleaver, sharp teeth. He takes Osytha completely by surprise. Chair...
  5. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    “There will never be a cure for that, no amount of medicine or introspection or love or magick can seal those cracks because they’ll be there till the day you die, and even if no-one else can see them... you can.” Only you. And probably that’s by design. Osytha thinks of a white-haired exorcist...
  6. Osytha

    Private An Antidote for All Abnegations

    The little game of tug o’ war betwixt Midnight and Osytha has her so wrapped up that she doesn’t notice that Sabinian’s splashing footsteps are approaching her until the dawnling’s practically on top of her. One moment she’s crooning soothing words of nothing toward the struggling unicorn, the...
  7. Osytha

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope [M]

    Osytha. Oh, gods. His evil little smile. How much are you going to give? So happy at the sight of her down here. You’re a fucking mess. Turned into this mindless, obscene spectacle. How much? Anything. Everything. You’re a. She’ll flaunt every disgrace her body can offer. Wail like a whore for...
  8. Osytha

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    “Jus’ gradely, ta,” she calls back, yet working her way down rather more cautiously in her pace. White rockface scratches and crunches in response to every fresh hold and shift of her weight. Brussen bloody show-off… Assessment: inferiority complex detected. Query: purge? [Y/N] But it’s not...
  9. Osytha

    Private Preparing Providence

    Those hands stay low and well-positioned behind their quillions relative to Osytha’s last-second unterhau, denying her the shot at his hands. Dal transitions to a guard in his mind named posta di dente di cinghiare, in hers as simply alber; and which, nameless as it is to Esota, appears as a low...
  10. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    That dark aperture waxes, welcoming Rois’ eager flight into its arms. It swallows up the big man’s agitated frame and he’s gone, leaving Osytha alone at the dinner table. She only watches the suggestion from her periphery, staring down into the bowl of ruby-dotted almonds; quite soon after Rois...
  11. Osytha

    Private Home Away From Home

    “I think you’ve already done irreparable damage to the Common Tongue. I’m not sure abridging it will save us now.” “Aye, well,” awkward mumbling and a fresh flush of self-awareness at this crushing critique; on reflection, perhaps Osytha should leave the word-smithing to others. “Tha hast ’eard...
  12. Osytha

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    Why have you come to this line of work? Yeah, she’s been wondering that herself. Young, bright-eyed Osytha had been ready to sally forth and slay dragons all day long. That fantasy of being a knight, however, had fallen very, very short of the reality. She’s never slain a dragon, and these days...
  13. Osytha

    Private Restoration

    “Bleeding gods, girl. What do you feed that little rascal?” “Sweet potato, pompion, fowl, lean mutton, a touch of venison, plus t’ odd slice of apple tend to agree best wi’ boyo’s tummy.” Osytha takes a shallow sniff, which immediately has her face crinkling up. “But that’s a swine guff,” she...
  14. Osytha

    Private Hush, O Babe

    Osytha nods. Sets the bags down for a spell, long enough to delicately eke out a little more space on Helena’s desktop; books stacked, documents shuffled aside, magic maps… maybe nudged over slightly, but mostly worked around where possible (how wet is that animated ink? What will happen if...
  15. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    “… Right.” All of that to say nothing in answer of her question. Fancy or no, every dish goes with some draughts better than others; she’d hardly deem Syr Adelard’s chowder to be haut cuisine, for example — but that still doesn’t mean she’d want chase it down with a big glass of orange juice...
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