1. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private Objects, Affections

    She followed his retreat with fingers that she sent chasing after lake water on his chest, absently soothing herself for the way his words landed. Soft things? She stilled her tracing. Is that what she needed? Hands that held even the most jagged edges of her, even when she made them bleed...
  2. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private Objects, Affections

    Pleasure fluttered her lashes— but his words dropped like coins in her pauper's cup. The echo of their plinks stalling the fervoured roll of her hips. That desperate ache remained, but the vulnerable curiosity of his voice cut through the carnal fog like a blade and sobered her back into...
  3. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private Objects, Affections

    Farren’s breath hitched at the slick, insistent tease of him against her. That firm, taunting brush of his cock against her slit made her keen, soft and low in her throat, the sound trembling between pleasure and desperation. She couldn't touch enough of him, couldn't press close enough to...
  4. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private Objects, Affections

    The anxious pressure in Farren's chest shook loose as he touched her. They hadn't resolved everything between them, but they were both alive and well. And Farren wanted nothing more than to remind herself that Aarno was still whole beneath her feverish touch. Because in this moment, his kiss...
  5. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private Objects, Affections

    Farren watched him quietly. Like a jungle cat tracking something slow and delicious, her attention prowled over every gesture— the hissed curse, the rough peel of cloth from skin, the loud way he needed to fill the silence with words. Darkly amused, she said nothing. Simply watched. Moonslight...
  6. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private Objects, Affections

    Fireflies stitched lazy halos above the tall meadow grasses, dotting the night like stars fallen low to graze. Farren’s boots squelched into soft loam, and her grin cracked wide through the blood spattered across her mouth when she saw them—two dark shapes at the lake's edge. The horses had run...
  7. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private Objects, Affections

    From the angle of her head, Farren could watch the tilted approach of Aarno's feet. Part of her wanted to snarl at him. To stay back. It wasn't safe. To keep away. This was her kill. But the part of her that was blood-hot and reeling, high on the brutality and savagery of tearing flesh and...
  8. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private Objects, Affections

    Too many hands on her flesh. They groped her blindly, grey and mud-slick, gouging rivets down her flanks. One caught her throat and slammed her skull against the earth hard enough to scatter her thoughts. Bile sloshed down her shoulder, hissing into the soil. The fetid reek was suffocating...
  9. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private Objects, Affections

    A wind like a sickness moved through the trees, thick and slow, dragging its stink like a rotten pelt. The fire guttered violently in its pit, shadows dragging long and snapping as the creature stepped between the trees. Farren had just enough time to see the shape of it and feel her stomach...
  10. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private Objects, Affections

    Farren blinked hard as his tone hit her. What part do you feel I’ve misunderstood? It was the kind of thing you said when you'd already believed you hadn’t. When you'd made peace with being alone in your interpretation of intention and words. She doubted she could change his mind, stubborn as...
  11. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private Objects, Affections

    The message was clear, and Farren curled her absent hand to her chest, fingers ghosting over her palm as if trying to warm it from the chill his rejection left behind. Her brow furrowed in confusion, watching his face and sighing with anguish for how quickly this had devolved again, despite her...
  12. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private Objects, Affections

    There was a shift in him like the mercurial shifting of stormy weather, something beasts like her were keen to. And just like that, she was already doubting herself. The things she’d said. The things she hadn’t yet. What had slipped through the cracks this time? What had she missed? Her...
  13. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private Where the Light Returns

    “You could do worse than giving him a shadow that guards,” her voice made strange by the hush she spoke into it, settling next to Faramund with a wan smile. “He’ll need that, I think, if he should choose to pursue the Order, although I'm not sure Davina will like that very much, when the day...
  14. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private Objects, Affections

    Farren hummed, a happy, confirming sound in her throat. She folded forward, arms wrapped loosely around her knees, cheek balanced against one leg as she watched him through the firelight. There was so much she wanted to tell him. Things she’d held like warm stones in her chest the whole run...
  15. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private Objects, Affections

    Farren snapped her teeth in the empty air, a delighted snarl in her throat at their game. She prowled closer, the slow tightening of a snare. When she reached him, she drew in close enough to snuffle at his hands, warm breath teasing his fingers, before she rubbed her shoulder along his arm...
  16. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private Objects, Affections

    Before Farren could follow Aarno, she ran with the drumbeat of the Fell herd. Her paws struck sun-warmed earth in time with the thunder of hooves and the rush of bodies. She moved like smoke through the fringes of their formation, weaving through the streaming shadows of antlers and the dappled...
  17. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    Aarno's words settled somewhere deep in her chest, in a place Farren had been trying not to feel. A strange tightening bloomed there, warm and aching all at once, a feeling she was still too bruised and uncertain to name. But though their garden was filled with thorns. Farren could now see...
  18. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    How quick that yes and the plunge of her gut. Like he had taken the sword she’d forged and sunk it into soft underbelly that she had guarded so well. Did he feel the blood pooling between them? How hot the feel of it and cold her skin? Would she start gasping for breath first? Or would she...
  19. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    Go. A sudden, sick heat bloomed out from her chest, sharp and disorienting, before it bled cold down her arms, numbing the tips of her fingers. It crawled up the back of her neck like something feral and cornered. Breathe, she told herself. Don’t let him see it. Don’t let him know the way...
  20. Farren Lóthlindor

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    It all felt so terribly and wonderfully domestic. And for just a moment, Farren let herself indulge the fantasy of what it might be like to wake like this most mornings. Pulled apart as they would be by Dusk assignments and Monastery duties, gone for days or weeks at a time. But always coming...
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