1. Walter Thornley

    Private Baptism By Fire

    'Outsider.' A low hum. The poor wretch didn't know how right it was - moreso, right now, when he could feel the Harvest's waking keen. Unfocused, as of yet, and yet his every instinct called pursuit before his nature took the reigns from him completely. People didn't like it when he was on the...
  2. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    He was drifting, as easily taken by pleasure as any other drug, just enough intoxicated to be shameless in the slow, shivering moans when the devilish mouth moved and tongue teased just right. His voice had never been so absent-mindedly soft in memory, mingling praises into gasps, "...just like...
  3. Walter Thornley

    Open Hart, Boar and Fox Fur

    "Unlike the last time we've met for a party," Walter chuckled. Drenched did not begin to cover it, though memories made most things feel fonder. He glanced at other guests and lowered his tone, too. "Gods be graceful, this is modest compared to some earldoms I've heard of - and suits me just...
  4. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    The tension would not be allowed to numb. Now and then, fingers relaxed, brushed against the scalp with the waves of spreading warmth from a slight release, then toyed with the strands, tensing them one after the other - a looser leash, but a leash all the same. When a hand teased a touch at...
  5. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    Laric's weight urged a low moan of contentment out of the man, smile curving his lips as the kiss broke. His hand slid atop the other's tailbone, curving fingers in a stroking squeeze. The muscles on the arms shifted under the skin, the lines of shadows breaking against the ridges of scars...
  6. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    He did not play. Though not for reasons of affection born from the heart, the obscurata was diving into passion fully, slowly finding his way deeper. He wanted to sink. Wanted to grit his teeth against the pleasure's edge, wanted the darkness to ring soft and hollow in his head, after. Wanted...
  7. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    Their youth was faint traces of the past that clung like morning mist. They've changed, not in the least by being broken. Loss, hardship, adventure, discovering there was much more to the world than toying with sharp bits of metal. Walter caught himself sliding into that familiar role of taking...
  8. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    Geist snapped the jaws quietly, head drifting upward, ears and eyes affixed in search of something come too close for comfort to the campsite. The drake was smart enough to tell another night stalker from prey, but was in no rush to stand. The languid blanket of shadow settled through the...
  9. Walter Thornley

    Private Winds of Wonder

    The narrow nostrils puffed a breath of air - hot, like its distant cousin's once, perhaps. The mercury-sheen creature leaned its head low, sniffing at Malachai tentatively, Walter's hand staying on Geist's creature's neck. A low rumble, like a croon, vibrated in the underjaw all the way to...
  10. Walter Thornley

    Private Baptism By Fire

    The stench hit worse than any blow, because when it reached his mind, he could not hear the voice calling for Ingol. The baron drifted closer to the cart, to the flesh-melted man who was delighting in his torment, or perhaps simply in shock of what happened, the clarity before the fall. He did...
  11. Walter Thornley

    Open Hart, Boar and Fox Fur

    The cold was coming from the western mountains, dragging its misty fingers closer to the coasts each morning past. And with the changing of the seasons, trees dressed in gold and copper filigree among the peridot late summer greenery. The skies seemed a special sort of blue in the fresh quiet. A...
  12. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    A few things, indeed. A love for swordsmanship, a formerly debonair attitude, a present odd reputation. Walter listened, carefully. Yes, his wants were as out in the open as they were ever going to be, and his defenses melted down into complacent yearning for his need to be met - for comfort...
  13. Walter Thornley

    Private The Damage Roots Can Do

    "Only briefly. One of the captains I sailed with was..." A distant look, a slow sigh. "Ocean's own. Not merfolk, exactly, but man was himself a hurricane." A chuckle under his breath, with a bit less humor, and Walter brought the glass back to his lips. "Gorgeous eyes, dark, vibrant and selfish...
  14. Walter Thornley

    Private Winds of Wonder

    Up the cliff, and along the hillside to the drakepens they went, where three large creatures rested on a sectioned off plot of grass with a large white rock protruding almost from the middle. The borders were nominal - no proper fence, nor gate. The things could climb it anyway. Enchanted...
  15. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    He could almost sense the slightest tension with his skin, like a scent so ephemeral it was more a witty guess. He desired an equal, relished in the challenge that didn't come from feeling unworthy, the versatility and trust that came without a hard-set premise. The moment and the winner could...
  16. Walter Thornley

    Private The Damage Roots Can Do

    Walter looked at her, paused, and averted his eyes as he grabbed two for good measure. It's not that he could get drunk on mulled wine, but... he also did like sweet things. Sometimes, sweet nothings. "What of that time?" he hummed, landing his snatched snacks onto a platter and re-settling...
  17. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    He noticed the stare. Almost palpable, and who knew what feeling was defining it. But, he could hazard a guess, so that all prior heartbreaks didn't burn for naught. Though his gaze was not seeking to peel layers and glide along the shadows between the folds of fabric and the tender skin - he...
  18. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    "Oh? You know, you might be right," Walter rose on his elbow, trying to figure out what the other was doing, then sat up, grunting low as he stretched his shoulders and slowly, sluggishly took time to tidy up. Nothing fancy at the speed he was going - while his company was about in the forest...
  19. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    He let go, and the gloved hand rested across his own stomach as Walter lay there, watched the darkening sky peeking through the canopy. The little fire would die unless he mustered will to conquer his reluctance and feed it some. He was quite a simple creature, he thought idly. Applied himself...
  20. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    There was a slight tensing up at the touch, lips pressing together when a thumb brushed too close. Part stubborn, but bracing as if he was about to hurt, part protest. Too drunk to truly convey anything. The flush grew deeper, breath heavier, heart thudding in his chest with slow and deep...
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