1. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    "Not riddles? Good." Walter chuckled, pleased. "It is a rare indulgence, to not be... misunderstood." He stood, slowly, besides the chair at first, to stretch upward with gusto and a groan, rolling the broad shoulders back and tilting the locked hands behind the head level. "Yes. Including...
  2. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    Walter seemed to catch the tone, though not the meaning. Paused. "I've never been cruel to her," the words came calmly, and the shuffling of the papers resumed, in an attempt to organize. He glanced at Laric, then at the papers. Listened to the tale about the pits of the dead. "Sometimes...
  3. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    A chuckle, a shake of the head, and Walter focused on carefully copying a rectangular-shaped array. It wasn't meant to be an actual inscription, but rather a way to wrap the aspects in a way that would create the hypothetical. Eyebrows knit a little, lines ran up the forehead. "I have full...
  4. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    Anthea inclined her head. "You are too kind." And left it at that, giving commands to the maids in a different, more business-like tone as she stood in the center of the hall, watching Laric ascend in her periphery. She knew where the young viscount was headed. "You may come in," the voice from...
  5. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    She had the knowing eyes, turned greyish-blue with age when once they must have been more hazel-green. A polite smile, a patient wait to Laric's searching stare. Her clothes were simple and covering, her hands sported many callouses from household labors, and there seemed to be naught more to...
  6. Walter Thornley

    Open Hart, Boar and Fox Fur

    "They may deem it a great virtue, for the lady of Caretarius, formerly heiress, delves in knowledge to further her family's fortunes rather than spending time in silly games of chancing upon the company that would not disappoint," Walter chuckled, doing just that, and taking lead as they walked...
  7. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    Walter hummed in response, relaxing into the warm nuzzle, the kisses at the crook of his neck sending pleasant shivers out his scalp. Thornley choices of fashion usually featured high neck coverage, but he felt like giving an excuse to cover his neck later. Proved right. Laric seemed to enjoy...
  8. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    "No. No apologies, I chose to do this." Walter whispered, shaking his head. He held the other. "I wanted to. To feel you coming undone on shaky legs, and to hear you gasp my name." A touch of lips at the temple. "Breathe, my darling. It felt good, didn't it? I could be a little sore, but if your...
  9. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    'You've done enough.' Enough? Walter frowned slightly, but acquiesced. No apology from the lips that pressed tighter together, but attention returned to Laric for certain, trying to glimpse into him now. His hands rested at the other's shoulders, still no attempt to dust himself off when Laric...
  10. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    He swallowed, throat feeling raw from the self-inflicted intensity, kissed away the glistening saliva. He was panting, too, feeling a little light headed. His own hand found the edge of the table, to steady himself. He kissed the bend of the thigh, and struggled to get on his feet again, knees...
  11. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    A slight tilt of the head followed in response to the fingers tangling in his hair, an unsopoken yes, like this. Gentleness seemed a very carefully maintained facade, and Walter had already caught it slipping for a moment. Show me, he thought, feeling his own clothes growing tighter. Oh, the...
  12. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    He could almost sense the bit of pause given, but very few things mattered. Even the thought that he would have to stop, to maintain the tease, seemed rather heretical. Nostrils flaring in a voiceless chuckle, Walter didn't speak any more. For now. He turned. Fingers rose to Laric's face...
  13. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    Was the mask slipping, or was Laric finally letting some caution rest? Walter hummed low, as if in thought, mocking the question that brushed against his ear exquisitely. He could feel the restraint, them fit together, Laric clearly enjoying the maneuver for it allowing him to hide his face...
  14. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    "We could be," the baron smiled, "and I do. We have to make it from here... all the way to that place." His voice dropped to a whisper, and the numbness in his fingers was retreating, fading little by little. Excellent. Fingers curled, atop the beltline. "Tell me the truth, Laric," both of his...
  15. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    Walter opened the windowpane, and released the latches. A gale tore into the room, howling, and he closed his eyes for just a long moment, holding the shutter so it would not swing outward fully. A bit more light, at the cost of a draft and sparkling drizzle landing in the baron's hair and on...
  16. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    'I'm sorry.' "Oh, sweet," Walter's smile, though rueful, was warm. He shook his head, still not looking Laric in the eye. "Nothing to be done. And I have to accept this as I am, this - has its benefits, too. I have saved more lives since. My regrets should be few." A shorter exhale, a nod. "I...
  17. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    He welcomed the touch, tilting his face into it. Lips parted. Caught the tip of the thumb, eyes closing for a moment. He caught the attentive gaze, of course he did. He would have been worried, too, beyond simply switching the topic. So he kept the contact, in no hurry to move too far away. "I...
  18. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    He sat, slowly, still not too steady, keeping close to Laric. Shuddered at the thought, the sound of the other's words. "I hope that won't come to pass... because I won't be death, darling." The husky voice was slowly regaining its proper ring, outlining the receding tide of agony. "I will be...
  19. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    "Just hold." There was no new pain, just an old, old pain of him having been an idiot. No. He continued to be an idiot, continued to push himself, because he could do things other men could not. They barely fit, but the way Laric did it served well, his warmth against the back. "Everything is...
  20. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    The man would whimper, darkness flooding the vision so he almost connected his head with the bench harder than intended. Every nerve felt flooded, firing off when it should not. He heard the question, shook his head sharply. Oddly quiet, only a few groans parting his lips , eyes closing tightly...
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