1. Matvi Iramene

    Private White Rose and Lemon Leaves

    A stillness. The sort that came over ponds come the death of a cold wind. Reflections of the world beyond its black mirrored surface, clear to the eye as all else around it. The sunshine off the clouds, the storms that blew warm world's breath over skin and joints, balmy as it clung and...
  2. Matvi Iramene

    Private White Rose and Lemon Leaves

    The spill of auburn, the pull of breath, just made his smile ache the tiniest bit more. Her arm reached out, and he found his neck turning, just to see what those long fingers found. Plucked her own flower, crumpled its delicate petals, and brought it to her nose. "Alluring indeed," he...
  3. Matvi Iramene

    Private White Rose and Lemon Leaves

    "No, it is never quite the same in our line of work," Knighthood, and Shroudweaving. Each gave its own results to whoever applied them. Changing as much as in the how it was all applied. He let his hand fall. Still, and quiet. That was part of Matvi's way. Give room to a person, and they...
  4. Matvi Iramene

    Open A Break in The Road

    "I think you mean stupid," Matvi said. Insane as he was, he at least prioritized survival. Well... as much as you could when you put yourself in harms way voluntarily. A nod. "I see them," listened to the confidence. "Right," took in his breath. "I'll bring the shroud shit, you... do whatever...
  5. Matvi Iramene

    Private Sang the Fiddler's Bow

    Mariel was happy to hear the poison bleed out. Happier to see the smirk across her face. "Rich," she echoed as they swung lazy in the heat of the steps. Glad to feel those strong hand about her. She pressed, flat against flat. "Fucks," with emphasis, hands smoothed up broad back. She'd steal a...
  6. Matvi Iramene

    Private White Rose and Lemon Leaves

    A sweet goodbye to the white roses. He found that curious. A turn of the head, so that he might see her better. That she would put them at her place of study. Near to her then. He trailed after, step by easy step. Boots knocking gentle against the path. I do appreciate your help, Syr...
  7. Matvi Iramene

    Private Sang the Fiddler's Bow

    "Taste enough for a classic," Matvi tacked on with a bit of play. Found the big sailor prim and proper. Rusty red of the well worn waistcoat bringing out the touches of rouge in those most delicate frills, fins, and eye of his. How do I look? "Like-" Consider sticking your arse out more. A...
  8. Matvi Iramene

    Private Sang the Fiddler's Bow

    "Well then," Matvi curled in all the more beneath the brace of the stout arm that held him closer. "Aren't we lucky to be so aligned in thought," "There is nothing wrong with a bit of ennui," Mariel cooed into their happy bind. We will, in fact, check in my coat... Got to show off those...
  9. Matvi Iramene

    Open A Break in The Road

    Everything hurts. "Yes well," he worked through the yips, yowls, and breaths sucked in through teeth. One hand firm about the wounded limb. "You just make sure you don't blame me for all of it," Sealed up, not quite nicely, but good enough. Mind your tongue, medicant...some of us need...
  10. Matvi Iramene

    Private White Rose and Lemon Leaves

    "Ouch!" he played along. Neverminding the sting that came with the playful jab as he rubbed at the warm ache left in her knuckle's wake. Though hearing her laugh got rid of most of the pepper that saw his brows pinch. His smile small as she wagged her finger at him, and his eyes sharp with a...
  11. Matvi Iramene

    Private White Rose and Lemon Leaves

    There was the slightest hint of pride in Matvi's eyes, while his smile kept its cool little crook. "It is an involved process," he let on. "Curing alone can take months at times, if the weavers wise in the ways of the cure aren't disposed to the task," he half laughed at the absurdity of it...
  12. Matvi Iramene

    Private White Rose and Lemon Leaves

    To see her skip and laugh, all smiles and play, was infectious really. Apropos, Matvi thought as he kept the full spread of his smile in check, for the poison drinker to be so warm and sweet. "I have taste," he said, a play at coy. "Better or worse, it is mine all the same," he went on as they...
  13. Matvi Iramene

    Private White Rose and Lemon Leaves

    A sour turn to the curl on his lips. Tart. None so much to ruin all the sweetness about. A faux hurt, but clear enough that he still enjoyed the game. "Scent and taste go hand in hand, fair Caelia," the bartender let on. Plucked a third lemon from the tree, and felt its zest spray from the...
  14. Matvi Iramene

    Private White Rose and Lemon Leaves

    Matvi wore a self satisfied look. "Keeping secrets and striking deals," he pulled back the hand he had reached out with to take the fruit. "My my, Syr Kerrigan, aren't you a tricksome one," he could smell the sweet scent of the bright citrus wafting about the air. He tilt his head in welcome...
  15. Matvi Iramene

    Private White Rose and Lemon Leaves

    Matvi spread his arms in a playful shrug. "I wouldn't know," his hands fell to his side, and he glanced about conspiratorially, "But I hear Master Brambleshell has been on the hunt for a nefarious bud bloomer," he glanced at her with a smile, and went back to tending the little tree. "So I'd be...
  16. Matvi Iramene

    Private White Rose and Lemon Leaves

    "Heard the diplomatic party goers brought that one back from the summer festival," Syr Iramene said some steps behind the illusive Syr Kerrigan. "You can thank that little thing for all those chilled drinks you've been enjoying hidden away at the Knoll," he smiled, an empty bucket in his hands...
  17. Matvi Iramene

    Private Sang the Fiddler's Bow

    A bump and hustle. Insult flung, but little of consequence. Save for the shift in Matvi's steps. The doubled bounce that let him stay, just a tad ahead or behind the big man's right. A gentle pull this way, a tilt of weight that way, made it so the next crash might be more, easy glance. Hand...
  18. Matvi Iramene

    Private Sang the Fiddler's Bow

    And Mariel gave her hand in kind. A bow, all grace in victory, as she stepped on to her podium. Playful nods in rhythm and bounce of her shuffle step. Hop skip close to the tigress, skirts swayed raised and dips that all but invited her closer to the shift. Held hands raised high as arms bridged...
  19. Matvi Iramene

    Private Sang the Fiddler's Bow

    "The continent," Matvi could not help but purr in playful response. Toes set to tap. Tap. A laugh as he matched the slower step the tune demanded. Saw the look worn there across such haunting colors, that could only belong to the sea. The confidence that lurked there in the depth of his smile...
  20. Matvi Iramene

    Open A Break in The Road

    Matvi, wide eyed, watched as the light grew like some horrid fruit all the way to pop. It made a sound so loud it knocked the hearing out of his ears. Rattled the bricks in the road, and shook loose a couple shingles from the rooftops. One cracked down beside him. Heavy ceramic shattered...
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