1. Roki

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    It was all right there. Turning and fluttering inside of him. Side of his shoulder warm where it bumped with hers. Hands laden with the weight of the basket, and the bread, and the oils and butters. And damn how his lips tingled. Tusks ached. "Roki," The sound of his name from her tongue was...
  2. Roki

    Private The Boar King

    Somewhere in the kitchens, where pots steamed, and kettles whistled. Cooks called out the happenings to each other. Roki stared wide eyed at one man, scrambling some eggs. Face pinched tight as he worked the custardy ribbons and folds of golden goodness over in the black plane of a skillet...
  3. Roki

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    "I'm not sure... But I might be a selfish kisser." "What? No way!" he exclaimed like a balloon pop. Realized there had been too much in it. Brows scrunched, eased back. Some. "Sorry," he said all hushed. Went on listening. Nod, to let her know he was listening. Saw how their feet had stopped...
  4. Roki

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    "What?!... What?! It's funny! He's the selfish kisser? Oh yes, yeah, hot mom over there gets it. Thank you madame, thank you. The sculptor wishes their hands could find such a fine form as thine own! Oh. Well... Fare thee well... to far, Sigward, too far. Stop while you are ahead..." Steps...
  5. Roki

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    Roki heard the bread crunch. Dusk plum colored brows raised and his bright golden eyes looked over to Lou. "Hey," he said with a nudge and the soft hint of a smile. "Let's get out of here?" his head bobbed them in a direction. But his feet stayed planted by hers. His shoulder there for her...
  6. Roki

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    "Wilometta!" "Nancy!" "Daphodil!" "Buttercup!" "Periwinkle!" "Oh! Oh! Perwinkle!" "PERIWINKLE!!!" Some kid screeched so high and loud one could feel the air split and all those old enough to make sense of pain born from such sounds winced. Roki just laughed, and clapped his...
  7. Roki

    Open Big City Dreams

    Golden eyes bounced along each voice as it chimed in. Purple shock of hair trailing about the rhythm of their conversation. Dogs and Crowns sounded good. Almost like it had something to say. A big grin split his face at the idea of the little mutts wearing their golden laurels and five pointed...
  8. Roki

    Private The Death of Virtue

    It was there at once, and gone the next. Green calloused fingers left slick with wet traces. A blink. Eyes on his empty palms. A blink. His golden stare back onto the pale mare. "I dosh l'e foragin'." "Squinting like an imp!" he said with a laugh. Fingers rubbing together the warm-cold...
  9. Roki

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    "Oh, King Godsgrave!" Roki chimed, excited. Looked to Lou with squinted glee, and tusky smile. "Cool name," felt like something out of a fairy tale. Come the offer for dinner, and the young man stood a bit straighter. Nod. Suddenly overcome by a wave of something that felt, as sudden shifts so...
  10. Roki

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    "With me?" The whispered sound of her words swirled there in the air between them. He could almost see them. Nutty brown, and blushing rouge. Fading to cool greens and dreamy blues. Two words. Seemed to carry all the weight of the world along the thin breath they rode upon in that moment so...
  11. Roki

    Open Big City Dreams

    Roki was on board. "Dinner and a show!" he said with a big grin, clapped broad fingers against heavy palms. "That sounds-" Nuh-uh! Nope! His big sister cut in .. ended up with singed fingers, on account of his fiddlin' with the pyrotechnics. "What?" Roki cut back. Laughed nervous. Eyes...
  12. Roki

    Open Big City Dreams

    The Planter, that was the Knight's of Anatheaum base was called in the kingdom's capital of Crown's Hold. The old barracks compound was from a time long past, and housing a fresh crop of knights and squires from the Monastery itself was, something of an honor. Least, that's what Syr Von...
  13. Roki

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    Rokie laughed nervously. "Umm, well I hope the others like butter..." he said with a scratch at the back of his head. Eyes wide as he struck a finger up into the air "And the curry sounds nice!" almost a deceleration. "Roki?" A blink. He wheeled about and saw her big emerald eyes staring up...
  14. Roki

    Private The Death of Virtue

    Illia's words carried the weight of worlds. Those found about the branches, beneath the soil, betwixt each shrub, and nestled beneath their burrows. The worlds of the Wylds. Myriad and innumerable. And he knew that the pale mare spoke true. How was he, any more trustworthy than those hunters...
  15. Roki

    Open The werewolf beggings his journey

    "Ailuros," Roki repeated. The way in which she had said the name, drawing some of the fire out of him. As if a cool breeze had stolen some of his heat. Not enough to douse it out. But just enough to temper. His smile, stubborn and bright thing that it was, flared up at her cool gaze. "Well...
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