1. Roki

    Private The Death of Virtue

    Roki strolled alongside Illia. Shameless smile there to meet her concern. "There are worse things than death," Roki said simply. Soft as the bend of a branch against a great wind. Not because he did not hear the worry in her voice, but what else could he say? The core of him, the heart of...
  2. Roki

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    A little laugh. Like having her cheek there against the tops of his knuckles was as simple as breathing. "A song?" Wasn't till the wisps of her hair spilled across tendon and skin that he felt the cool tickle run through his bones. Down his spine, and flutter there in the pit of his stomach...
  3. Roki

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    The way her eyes filled to the brim with tears. Caught the soft light of the day pouring in through the windows, and bouncing off the soft buttery gold of the walls. Like the last bits of sunlight peering over an overcast sky. All set to silver scales, save where the sun's warmth still touched...
  4. Roki

    Private The Death of Virtue

    Roki shook his head. "It's," he felt his heart swell. Chest full with all the things he could say. Why invite trouble? Because the world was already full of so much trouble. And hardly a soul stood to fight against it. Because he was a squire of Anathaeum, raised beneath the boughs of the Vayd...
  5. Roki

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    "What else is there to put in bread?" Roki's ears twitched. Nose wiggled. The 'Well actually,' creeping up his throat like a frog scooting up a log it wanted to jump out of. What else is there? A WHOLE WORLD OF INGREDIENTS. Walnuts. Pistachios. Butter. If you folded it a million times, it...
  6. Roki

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    "Raclette and Roquefort," Roki repeated. "What lovely names!" he said excitedly. Lou, of course, asked the real question. And Roki made a sound and nod along. "I was wondering that too," he chimed. Come the tale, and it was more straightforward than he had imagined. His mind filled with...
  7. Roki

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    The Canker Tide. Sounded like something from their history lectures. The title of a chapter scrawled across one of the manuscripts hidden away in the Stacks. Had his lips tug down at both ends as he watched the way the old man held his beautiful figurines. Bella and Marguerite. Sickened by the...
  8. Roki

    Private The Death of Virtue

    His hands moved fast. Sure to the snare, but hesitant, if only for one moment. "You've nothing to feel shame for, Illia," he assured, all ache and sadness in the tone of his chords. Hands shook with worry. Looked to her from where he worked at the binding. Hands stilling. "You live," and that...
  9. Roki

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    Roki grinned, eyes squinted with his smile. A hand raised and fingertips twinkling. "Hey hey," stepped in to the center of the shop. Eyes on a swivel. Listened to the pitch. Nod along. Stopped in his tracks. "Wait, you... have cows?" he looked to Lou. "I didn't see any cows," he whispered to...
  10. Roki

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    "Course!" he said, too glad to help. Listened on, all eager and nod. "I'll do my best," he assured. Though, one persons mistake was oft another's solution. And another's solution could quick turn to another's mistake! Yet, with Lou, things just, well, fell into place, more often than not. So...
  11. Roki

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    He blinked. "You, you want me to try them on?" lips half curled into a smile, wobbled with uncertainty. Gulped, and smacked his thigh. "Alright then!" he said all bright and sure. Lou was always ahead on the trends. Like when she made the Paracausal parachute pants! Sure, the season she had...
  12. Roki

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    Roki's brow quirked at the description of the trousers. "Ho, now that's a color scheme, all earth sun and sky!" he said with a widening grin. thinking on how he had seen so much of Lou's work draped on manikins. Worn well on others about the monastery. But, never really on her. Thought on how...
  13. Roki

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    "Road runner trousers?!" he called back over his shoulder, ducking and weaving about the market crowd. "Oh, do those make you run faster?" he asked with a hop step. "Two tone, mono-color? Embroidered road runners on the ankle?!" Danced between the measured pull of her weight on his arm, and the...
  14. Roki

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    Roki's eyes were as bright as ever upon seeing Keytl and Winnika. In that, they were the same warm gold of sunlight that seemed to invite people in. "Yo!" he said, with pointer and middle fingers to his brow, a quick little flick and bob of the wrist, and a cast of the fingers wand over at the...
  15. Roki

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    A little choked sound at Syr Noa's arm snaking about his neck. A big goofy smile wide on his face as she pulled him closer, all rattle and shake of bouncy green snacks. Dipped, woozed, and had him all straight backed about it. Though he could not help but beam at it all. Snuck a blink hello to...
  16. Roki

    Private slowbake

    "More like dough maker," Roki shot back with a grin, a flick of two pointer fingers, all cocked wands, and a satisfied wink. "GHHHUR" Roki chuckled all sharp with amused mischief. Clapped his hands once. "How's it rising, right?" he pulled from the fog shrouded stacks that were his...
  17. Roki

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    "Salted pistachios, Always, Syr Noa." said a bright and confident voice. No doubt there in how he said it. Until there was. Not even a moment later. The sound of thought put to voice hummed in the air. "Though, the gentle nuttiness of the pistachio, is quiet wonderful on its own, I don't think...
  18. Roki

    Private The Death of Virtue

    Breath had been stolen out of him. As if the moonglow flame of the sword had eaten it all away. His eyes, still adjusting the to the sudden death of such brilliance. The absence of such light. Made him feel hollowed out. As if he had witnessed the death of a thing he knew to be far too rare...
  19. Roki

    Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still

    "Soupe des Chiens?" Roki repeated, as they packed up their campsite and made ready for the march northward. "That is correct, squire," Syr Lefelen spoke flat as a butter knife left in the drawer. "Dog Soup?" Roki asked. Hands at work with the things they put away. Bed roll packed tight...
  20. Roki

    Private slowbake

    Heard it before he saw it. Smelled it soon after. And felt it, all warm and yeasty as it was, there some steps later. Knock rapped on the door of the wagon he had blown a hole through the roof of not too long ago. "BURRRRP!" he anounced. Eyes near popped out of his head he had belched it out...
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