1. Rainer Zverev

    Private Open, Dirt

    He quirked a brow as she floated the outdoorsy idea, but that was about the extent of his objections — by the way she seized him by the arm, there wasn’t but to summarily surrender like small fry to ocean current. He wasn’t much of a fighter, when it came to her. Sure leadership even through...
  2. Rainer Zverev

    Private Open, Dirt

    Katina, an adjutant? That got a chuckle out of him, if for the image alone. The lot of them trussed up in silks, confined to some office where swords were but mere decorations on mantles. Balls. He assumed his businesslike neutrality from there, watching Filatoff’s face as it settled to...
  3. Rainer Zverev

    Private Open, Dirt

    Captain spoke and the rest listened. In the corner of his view he could see Filatoff struggling to remain as they were, sat down and still. Their hands, brought to the front, were fidgeting. Tearing into what remained of fingernails. They perked up the tad when directly addressed, making an...
  4. Rainer Zverev

    Private Open, Dirt

    He made himself plenty homely directly across from the Captain by the stove, sitting as straight as he managed, arms folded. Lips pressed, attention drifting from the Captain to the elf who remained standing, hands braced against hips. There was that little lag, an awkward moment where no one...
  5. Rainer Zverev

    Private Open, Dirt

    He sat back from where he’d been hunched over, reading. The flame from the oil lamp betwixt them licked back and forth in the draft, glowing off the dark skin and yellow eyes of the elf sat across from him. Filatoff, second to Lieutenant Katina of whose passing he’d just been informed of. Though...
  6. Rainer Zverev

    Open Glitterwake

    Lysanne’s soft gaze was nothing to him. The words, if one knew anything of how this lot operated, were a friendly remark just as much as a possible threat. Seen, perceived, memorized. And that was without them ever having had neither great fondness nor actual animosity betwixt them, more a...
  7. Rainer Zverev

    Open Glitterwake

    Sat on one of the cushioned garden benches, the smaller of the two old men roused to attention. Cheerful, as was his way, neck craning at the commotion come from inside the Ballroom. “ My— what has happened, I wonder. “ “ What. “ The retort left his companion too fast, not truly asking. “...
  8. Rainer Zverev

    Open Glitterwake

    “ Might I interest you in a pastry, darling? “ To where he was stood in the dazzling garden, a squat man in festively colourful attire hassled on over from the indoors with a bundled up serviette, hoisting it in coaxing. As the edges of the folded up square fell open, a waft of honey and the...
  9. Rainer Zverev

    Rainer Zverev

    Steward at Iron Gate, serving House Tourmalet Originally served as the Lord's Knight, appointed to current position by the late Dylar til Tourmalet
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