1. Walter Thornley

    Private The Damage Roots Can Do

    "And yet, even in distress, Alicia Hammond also refuses to rely on herself," Walter sighed. "Family failed to teach her, and she fails to learn on her own. Rather tragic. If it's such an issue, her father should decide and she should take that decision, for everyone's sanity. As for me, I don't...
  2. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    "Are these the circumstances?" The slur had almost come with a tease. Almost. Walter offered the water, the pouch with snacks still between them. Wouldn't help a lot, just delay the inevitable enough not to throw up in the bushes. "We can keep tossing the coin, just a little break to water and...
  3. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    A louder inhale, exhale. He felt around for a waterskin. Only water could wash the blood down. Too drunk to understand what was it that he'd learned, much less break it down into words. Like the canopy shuffling in the breeze and the fading glow of dusk, it was within his perception, and yet...
  4. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    The difference with a proper blood rite of any kind was one. Walter wasn't offering any of his. He didn't seem too thrilled with the sharp sound of blade going through flesh, brows knitting. He almost breathed a 'no, what are you-', but his lips only moved the first couple syllables, silently on...
  5. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    "You've left a few deeper ones yourself. But it was part of the point, now then, wasn't it?" came a murmur in return. There was a way that men of violence solved their issues, his former Captain taught him that. Paired with the duties of the lord, Walter tried to do the best he could within the...
  6. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    Walter leaned on the log with his elbow and grabbed onto the bark with the glove, hoping to get steadier. His good hand floated in the air, on the ready. But of course he was drunk. He quickly darted closer, missed his shot, fingers barely grazing the surface of the glass. Almost fell on Laric...
  7. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    "Feat... yeah, I'll take a fable after, I think... Let's see..." He caught the twitch. Took everything he had to let it go, not to fixate on it or try to question - gods knew, sweet David wasn't going to bring up any good memories... did they know each other?.. Didn't matter. Not right now. Was...
  8. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    Walter could catch Laric in periphery, drinking again. The back of his mind that could still do analytics shuffled awake, offering with a last bold stretch - he's drinking because he doesn't want to answer. The flatness, a certain thinness that lightened the tone of the response confirmed it...
  9. Walter Thornley

    Private The Damage Roots Can Do

    "I'm sorry, then. I cannot make your day. I don't think it's a good idea to invite Laetitia on an outing that includes me, when it was her husband that sent people after me," Walter answered wryly. He refilled his drink and then attached to it until the glass was empty once again. Spiced wine...
  10. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    "Takes two for something like that to fail," Walter echoed. "If a gold-digging consort swindles one out of family money, at least it is easy to point out where failure lies. Matters of the heart? Oh, wily matters of the heart... a narrow path of softest sand that one can only walk barefoot, and...
  11. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    The head tilted to the side, but the attention did not take off from the flames to the drinking partner. A long inhale followed, the man's chest slowly rising. An exhale left through parting lips, he leaned the bottle to the ground by the bottom, rolled his fingers against the surface in...
  12. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    "How sad," It was hard to read the tone, but most of all it resembled a simple acknowledgement. He wrapped his fingers around the bottom of the bottle, then clasped it by the middle with good hand. A fox stirred in the underbrush, chasing mice. Geist was settling in to sleep. Walter stared at...
  13. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    Most people sought comfort in the orange warmth of the fire when they camped, where things were clear and seemed safe in that clarity. Walter felt soothed by the darkness gathering outside the pale glow. It would envelop and hide him from the world, and for a while, nobody needed to see him. He...
  14. Walter Thornley

    Private The Damage Roots Can Do

    Seemed like the sweets were Leysa's weak spot, or maybe his own presence had finally become not quite so jarring, after such a long time apart? They seemed to be falling right in step of that old connection. Even though he drunk more these days. "Oh, splendid. I would be much obliged if you...
  15. Walter Thornley

    Private The Damage Roots Can Do

    The slightly narrowed eyes were smiling back at her, jet eyebrow peaking briefly, as if to say, 'what did I tell you?' "I am most certain we could find a festival to serve as an excuse," Walter continued smoothly, "And, between the routes, we'd have time to have some practice. You would have...
  16. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    "It's in the narrow bottle with wicker lattice," Walter pointed out. "Next to xeres." He also grabbed a couple dried meat strips, trying to take the edge off muffling intoxication. There was a saying, good wine makes your head clear, your tongue loose and your legs weak, but he could wager he...
  17. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    "A drinking game?" Walter's shoulder hitched as he rose on the elbow against the log, finally pulling on the shirt at the chest to adjust the collar, and surveyed the bottles in thought. "The goods most certainly invite. Yes." A faint chuckle. "I think I'd like too play a drinking game. We'd...
  18. Walter Thornley

    Private The Damage Roots Can Do

    "Bless you," Walter deadpanned. "If it is something that will go away, I'll leave it be. Happen to be something of an expert, you know." After all, isn't this why he was invited for a visit? It was a duty. With his new state, something that would benefit for him to seek out proactively. Walk...
  19. Walter Thornley

    Private Baptism By Fire

    "The roads converge there," Conrad pointed. "We should catch up to them before they veer off the tract-" For an instant, all eyes were on the sky in the direction where the flash had just rushed through. Their question had just answered itself. "Con, Josie, return to the estate," the baron...
  20. Walter Thornley

    Private The Damage Roots Can Do

    "Haunted house?" Despite expectation, perhaps, Walters attention seemed to perk up from whatever dour thoughts he'd been trudging waist-deep in. "I must admit, I have not. Please." No further interruptions, until she was done with the information tidbit. Walter brought the wine close to the...
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