1. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    Walter was sinking into his own head, pain too much. He felt like an exgausted dog that crawled home after a long sprint. Only to find himself not in a comfortable solitude but in unapologetic company. "Thank you," he took the vial, tilted it over an open mouth until three white round pearls...
  2. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    He heard the door shut softly, and exhaled with relief. Then, the door shut again. Walter kept cutting away at bandages, not with a surgery knife - with his own, jaw clenched tightly, breath shaking. The wounds revealed were almost circular, as if from rows on a round jaw with long, triangular...
  3. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    The cat chose to take a half an hour nap on Laric's lap, purring and loafing in a position only comfortable to herself. She wasn't keen on monsters, not even the dogs. The good life served her much better than hunting field mice to survive. The cart outside was on the side closer to the servant...
  4. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    Garrick smiled. Anthea, his wife, would like to keep the cats, on account that they would not serve as eyes but as mousers on the grounds. He made himself scarce, after, attention caught by a different servant, and placed a lackey by the door, to tend to Laric should he need. Minutes passed. A...
  5. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    "I see." Garrick seemed ironclad in pleasantries, his fatherly tone schooled to perfection. Something about him was echoing in Walter's high walls, as if the old servant was presenting not as a human nor a man, but a majordomo exactly - nothing more and nothing less. He did not seem as worn by...
  6. Walter Thornley

    Open Hart, Boar and Fox Fur

    Walter would only offer her a charming smile. His eyes smiled less, only a little bit. He was not free of worry, either, though it wouldn't do well to share his worries with Leysa. Any of them. "Nobility obliges," he teased, voice soft, and dismounted. "Oh, wonderful if even a dent. I'll do my...
  7. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    Another shiverful breath of autumn passed through the manor grounds. Garrick remained steadfast, right arm behind his back, his posture so precise that not only it would do an impression even at the royal court - it betrayed the deep confusion the more the old majordomo tried to hide it. This...
  8. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine

    He slept deeply for less than an hour. Then, his breath changed, and Walter rolled onto his back, still asleep. Less steady, inhale, shiver, exhale, his form lumbered over onto the other side. "Aedisch'fe omiat uss eteflo." A whisper, lower than the breath. "No... no." Gloved digits dug into...
  9. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine

    "You must have a type, so many sirens in these woods. At least you do sound like you've few regrets over the encounter." Walter murmured. Moved under the fingers on his spine, to prolong the caress. Once fingers ventured to his ribs, though, he twitched, caught the offending hand, stroked the...
  10. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine

    "I'm sorry," Walter whispered. He could not understand what exactly had transpired, of course. Not even close. And yet, he'd travelled enough to know what that meant. "I never knew you traveled, too... could not have been easy." He remembered that dwindling city. The other one like him. The...
  11. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine

    A quiet, Walter's face hard to glean without shifting posture, but even the man's breath seemed to still for a moment. He tried to inhale slowly, quietly, so that the iron grip on his throat was not so evident, and words not so much a croak when he murmured, "Thank you." He didn't let himself...
  12. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine

    "Hm. Both very joyous activities, I assure you." A small sigh, head lolling to the side to press against Laric's shoulder. "But I am wary of causing harm, and I can't offer healing in return. Not anymore." He listened, quietly, taking a bit of a pause to roll onto his back, raise his upper torso...
  13. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine

    He didn't pull away, just tensed for a brief moment, mind briefly in a place between. Then, made a noise that wasn't very much words. As if stirred by Laric's movement, he also got up. Swayed dizzily, blinked his way through the dots and the protest of his back. Added some sticks to the fire...
  14. Walter Thornley

    Private Baptism By Fire

    Gratitude from the cracked and weeping mouth of a half-molten, half-charred man, meant naught. These were not his lands, these were not his people. He was not their lord. And an obscurata was not there for the people first and foremost. He was there to nip the calamity in the bud. Gods knew, so...
  15. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine

    He changed the angle, shifted the rhythm, feeling tensing, drawing closer. Teeth almost nicked the bitten lip, cut flesh again, made him shiver before the choked gasp, having to gather enough self-restraint to be careful while the other would finally unravel. Bloodied mouth pressed kisses...
  16. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine

    "Good." Fingertips traced down Laric's spine, from a loose wrap around the nape all the way down to the thumb stroking along the tailbone. A palm flattened against skin, wrapped around the hip. More spit to ease the friction some, and a slow reclaiming. Blood dripped down his chin from the fangs...
  17. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine

    He wasn't going to stop, and wasn't going to take mercy on his lover, either. They were up against time and friction, here in the middle of nowhere. Fascinating enough that Laric could hold back... but the brief concern over possibly being too rough faded when the bite came alongside a loud cry...
  18. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine

    Walter's mouth didn't respond with words. Head tilted up, a soft touch just above the knee. He settled both legs surer against the shoulders, in a quiet direction. Ran tongue against his own hand, wrapped himself with a harsh grip for a few strokes. Leaned over, directing his tip against the...
  19. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine

    Curious on whether Laric had gotten some ideas, Walter watched the satisfyingly smooth motion that saw the rogue upward into standing. His fingers traced around the lover's ankle, a palm wrapped around the leg and brushed up the back of the calf. The baron seemed as if he was holding back a...
  20. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine

    The hand in his hair stopping him, pulling into a kiss, tore a whimper, a twitch of the hips, involuntary stillness. He would not have allowed that, on any other night, with anybody else. Right now? He wanted it more than anything, tiny moans escaping in the twining caress of the tongues...
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