1. Aarno

    Private Objects, Affections

    No answer for the actual question. It was like she’d already condemned him for something, insincerity or worse, and thus electing to blow past what he actually wanted to know. What did I intentionally misunderstand, Farren? He stared on, growing confused and sad by her response. This keeps...
  2. Aarno

    Private Objects, Affections

    She didn’t change the subject. Instead, dove on in. Begun digging and hit a rock, clang, rattling him to attention with an insult. A slow turn of the head as he fixed a look on her face, ignoring that malicious instinct that told him he shouldn’t. Look away, let her figure. “ What part do you...
  3. Aarno

    Private Snow Melt

    “ They— “ He spoke the word as if inspecting it for flavour, catching up belatedly to whom she meant with it. Hazarded an assumption. “ So you’ve met with the Coven? Or it’s members, at the very least. “ Curiousity and wonder genuine when he should meet eyes with her again. With the coy...
  4. Aarno

    Private Objects, Affections

    Brooding. The word raised his hackles, stilled his stare to middle distance. None of the thoughts behaved — A major part of him knew she was speaking in jest, trying to inject some lightness to the lingering strain that’d descended and clung to every fiber. Miasmic. But the part of him that was...
  5. Aarno

    Private Objects, Affections

    The response was so— small? And yet heavy, lead at the end of a fishing line. He didn’t know what to do with it, whenever things went so far beyond expectation. That she should’ve denied him the big story— Weary unease settled in his chest, a weight that was hot and cold at the same time...
  6. Aarno

    Private Objects, Affections

    He endured the suspense, daring a tentative smile at her wolven devotions as she’d rain them upon him. The expression remained as she shifted and settled alongside, shoulder to shoulder. He gave a little weight against her in a lean, lightly, acknowledging. “ I did. “ Like I said. Tore his look...
  7. Aarno

    Private Objects, Affections

    The fire caught on something, like a void that’d swallow the light and reflect it back through two pinpricks. Mirrors, silver, a bit of fangs revealed by a grin beneath. He felt he knew it, name and all, but some sense for play bade him pretend he didn’t. So he remained still, staring back in...
  8. Aarno

    Private Snow Melt

    She performed the occult and mystique of it, catching his look that would linger during those turns of phrase. A puzzled sort of endearment sneaked into his smile and the set of his eyes, like he’d listened to a tale he didn’t quite believe, but wanted to. It was done away by the howl and the...
  9. Aarno

    Private Where the Light Returns

    A glutton. “ Quite so. “ He responded humourlessly, merely glancing at Syr Faramund who’d appeared swinging as if summoned by the mere whiff of his name in the air. Such was the way with ghosts and beasts— and some tiny household spirits, known for their large feelings, larger mouths and...
  10. Aarno

    Private Objects, Affections

    Granite, pale grey. Smoothed down by the flow of water. He turned the stone beneath his look, watching as firelight revealed its grain. It was unremarkable and unassuming, many of the paths up here riddled with just its exact like, to the countless. And like all other rocks, it spoke not to his...
  11. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    As he wished. What else was there to ask for? He couldn’t muster a smile in turn for it as they parted from where they lay, too preoccupied with the peculiar air about her. Methodical, meticulous, eerily calm. After all he’d seen of her it felt put on. And there was nothing for him to do about...
  12. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    “ Yes. “ He responded on instinct, eliminating any delay that’d let doubt thicken to a shroud through which it’d be impossible to see reason. While they were here, her tone as it was and neither yet having pulled away, it would’ve been foolish to not speak how he felt. Actual honesty. And he...
  13. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    Eat. Ride out with the caravan for a time. Proper goodbyes. He took it in, saying and giving up nothing while she spoke. Kept his arm around her, watching the bit of her face that was visible past the wisps framing it. It should’ve sounded lovely. By all intents and purposes it was. And yet...
  14. Aarno

    Open Under an Old Tree

    Now there was that charm and spirit — easy conversation and even jokes after a bit of a rough start. While it first struck him as jarring, a great contrast in tone, he hadn’t but to smile at it as she went on. This seemed to be closer to how most people should’ve met her, in the everyday...
  15. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    He bobbed his head, an image of understanding. That was her escape to have, he had to suppose, no matter how much it’d disappointed him. Even if he had to acknowledge it was probably for the best for how it forced them apart, to forfeit argument for the rest of the night. Rest and light...
  16. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    He listened, expression unshifting, allowing her keep his hand. The other held on, resting on the bend of her side, the warm and soft fabric of her tunic. At least she’d identified the cause and saved him the trouble of wringing it out of her or worse — wondering about it. The causes for things...
  17. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    He felt her shift, taking distance. Heard her looking — Was no way she wasn’t with words like that. He met the gaze sluggishly, eyeing her in turn. Perhaps he would’ve felt better if she’d also been angry for the things he’d done. His bullshit letters, the running off, the resentment, the...
  18. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    Come question, the inevitable. He didn’t entirely know what it meant, what it was asking, so he let it rest betwixt them. Not out of fear of answering, but for what it’d do once he did, depending which he chose. Either way, it’d be the truth. “ Like a stone at the bottom of a pond. Looking out...
  19. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    He’d slept like the dead. Felt like one waking up too, stiff and with a weight upon him. Strangely hollowed out beneath it, worms crawling in the cavity of his chest. He breathed out carefully at the above, as if afraid his ribs might cave if he dared draw in more air. It was endlessly warm and...
  20. Aarno

    Open Under an Old Tree

    Very kind. Below average standards, then, a part of him wanted to diagnose. Even if it was such a regular thing to say, on its face. Still, he tried to smile at the little concerns and compliments. As for the rest, the will for quiet and yet that he should walk her were a little— Conflicting...
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