1. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    Liked the sound of it, did she? Perhaps just as much as he liked the way her mouth moved when she spoke his name, staring down. With that confession something taut loosed in him, made his chest fall and rise easier, like with relief. Though being awkward with one another wasn’t the worst thing...
  2. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    From the lull, he was pulled back. First in the figurative as for her sudden stillness and then, in quick enough succession, quite literally. The touch that’d boded a myriad of things, trailing up his neck, grew different by the time it landed proper. A stark contrast against everything she’d...
  3. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    It took some doing to keep himself from baring teeth in a grin when she got up without further preamble or having to be coaxed in some game, so decisive of a sudden. Sure in what she had offered. He’d have all of it, gladly. For mainly his own benefit, he drew a deeper breath and adjusted on...
  4. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    She affirmed, but didn’t respond. It rattled a curious tune on his attention, so unlike her usual, bright and effortless candor. Like something should’ve fallen amiss, tilted out of place just so. The question managed to turn him to look at her, figure brought lower as he carefully fell to a...
  5. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    It was in the weave, properly lodged betwixt thread. He spread the garment before himself for a once more over, before folding it away to the rest of his things. Suppose if there was no salvaging it, there was always a redye — to brown or black, maybe. The latter had never been his colour...
  6. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    They’d lingered so pleasantly to the late hour, friend and family, himself the guest, listening and watching. Despite his large mouth that spoke more often than not, always something, he rather enjoyed submitting to that part, adopting a comfortable sort of silence amidst the myriad chatter. Was...
  7. Aarno

    Private Snow Melt

    What was he to afford for such a bright counter, all in a smile. His own persisted as he thought on the long gone, master and that little hut at the cliffside both. He had to figure they were no more at the very least, seeing as the man and his abode had been equally ailed by what old age and...
  8. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    The response felt calmer, settled down. Even used the word fun, amidst all. He hummed thoughtfully to it, watching as she drew back a touch with some newfound spirit. And alarm, which bade him glance down at the front of his holiday tunic. That being, whichever he had elected the least faded and...
  9. Aarno

    Private Snow Melt

    The sun had turned behind them a time ago. The cooling of the day could be felt where the trees shaded the way, the breeze coming in from the North in turn and with new gusto, as it usually did from afternoon onwards. It tried his lighter Spring clothes with icy little tugs and tied knots in his...
  10. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    A gust was in the creaking branches, catching on the myriad ribbons that swished and whipped like banners. He swept aside a wisp of hair from where it’d escaped from behind his ear, pretending to stare at the canopy and its bounty of wishes even as something else called to attention. Behind his...
  11. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    And with that little bit of play, they were off. The crowd felt more comfortable now that he wasn’t alone in it, held by the hand and that spirit he’d let carry himself away any day of the week. So sure for where to go, all in a smile. Easy was it to stray in its wake and to settle alongside...
  12. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    He stirred, like a frightless flinch, when she reached up to fix his hair. Spoke what sounded an order, such a sweet sentiment, but on what premise? Unfounded, if only she knew— How fortunate, perhaps, that she didn’t. Was he truly the image of a bashful maiden and not that of man so at the end...
  13. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    Joy and— something. Like a flicker, a little sinking of the heart when her touch adjusted, hand in his. Turning tide, but for what— the uncertainty willed the widest point off his own cheer, though his face hardly fell as much as settled back to a perfectly pleasant smile. One he’d wear for any...
  14. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    “ Diplomatic— I like to think it naught but the truth. For my part, anyway. “ He murmured, hazarding a sidelong look as if on the sly. For how she looked, a little flushed, he regretted it just a bit and mainly for his own part. Her hand in his was too warm, inviting for him to feel how her...
  15. Aarno

    Bits & Pieces

    A BOWL OF TREATS AND A DANCE TWENTY YEARS AGO A perfect excuse for a lavish party, his minor accomplishment. They’d even brought out the better tapestries. The woven pictures of someone else’s great deeds swayed softly in the breeze come blowing from open windows, the darkness of a late eve...
  16. Aarno

    Unspoken Words

    Farren, Nothing too forward — we are friends, are we not? As such, I should’ve hoped yourself has remained relatively warm and soft comfortable despite the rains that have persisted for the entire time you’ve been away. No such luck, but at least you’ve Syr Faramund to keep you company in...
  17. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    They hadn’t sat down long, trying to enjoy their meal and what to him was a terribly comfortable silence, until it got loud all at once. Two descended upon their table and for a good minute and a half he was allowed his place at the sidelines, watching with growing amusement as the siblings...
  18. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    To better secure what he’d won by daring declaration alone, he’d laced his fingers into hers. Loosely, but firmly enough that he’d not lose her when she was bound to tug him along. Sure as Spring, she did just so as they circled about the banquet tables, himself in her wake making a poor attempt...
  19. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    He met her just so as she reached up, coming closer, cradling in turn. The touch claimed him victim to it, his head tilting lightly to press against her soft palm. They lingered, but not uncomfortably or anxiously, and he may well have been satisfied with that alone. What was there to say...
  20. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    He held her stare, his own words growing louder betwixt them. And yet, he couldn’t even feel regret for what he’d said. Because it was true. A breath grew hot in his lungs, staying overlong as her hand urged his over the skin, to feel for the veins and the rushing blood. And he did without...
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