1. Tilda von Hammersmark

    Open Shippin' Up To Crown's Hold

    "'Tcha, you ain't sweetin me none with your flattery, hon," she grins back. "Sides, I'm more an appreciator of the finer things in life than one who goes and makes em," eases back in her chair. "It's called the Sun and the Moon... it's by... Erks, Valtorv or something... It's about unity...
  2. Tilda von Hammersmark

    Open Shippin' Up To Crown's Hold

    A grip grabbed at the worm man's shoulder. Tilda, brow scrunched, and lip twitching. "Wait a bloody minute, you miserable git," she growled. Huffed. Let him go. "You go that way, you are getting thrown in the fucking slammer," jammed a thumb over her shoulder. "You come with us," Adelard...
  3. Tilda von Hammersmark

    Open Shippin' Up To Crown's Hold

    Adelard raised a brow at the drunkard and his question. "We're your dear aunt's Fanny for now," no use in telling a blackguard about the cause. No telling what a man so lost in his cups could do with any bit of leverage given. Think he was getting kidnapped, for instance. "No, certainly not,"...
  4. Tilda von Hammersmark

    Open Shippin' Up To Crown's Hold

    A shimmer of something sharp glint across Tilda's eye. Lip twitched, hardly restraining a snarl. She shoved the sack of waste against the bricks and moved off of him. "Pathetic," she muttered, and stepped out of the shadow, snapped her cloak over her shoulder, as if to shield herself from the...
  5. Tilda von Hammersmark

    Open Shippin' Up To Crown's Hold

    They stole away in an alleyway. All fishbarrels full of old catch kept fresh by the winter air. "Hurry on then," Addy whispered through his mist covered stache. "Hide about, we've put enough ground between us," the veteran Mum ordered hushed as he took cover in the darkness. Green cloak, made...
  6. Tilda von Hammersmark

    Open Shippin' Up To Crown's Hold

    Tilda raised a brow at Xenovia's plea. "I mean, why yes, of course," she said through rosied cheeks. Come the shout of the red cloak, and Adelard groaned. "You yell like that again, Killer, and I'll cap your knees myself!" he half laughed beneath his winged mustache. Lead the group down a path...
  7. Tilda von Hammersmark

    Open Shippin' Up To Crown's Hold

    Adelard thumped the counter at the call of the whistles coming from the street. "Time to go, Tils!" he laughed. Looked to the weird fucker behind the bar. "Easy now, killer, before you go and drink yourself into the grave," A sharp whistle from the mustachioed Knight. "Let's go!" Looked to...
  8. Tilda von Hammersmark

    Open Shippin' Up To Crown's Hold

    "Back me up?" Tilda's eyes flicked from the roguish charmer, down to the chair leg in her hand, shook her head in a quick no. "That's not-" A smash and a splash against the floor. Adelard but peered over to the mess and shook his head. Sipped again at his drink. Turned, and avoided the smash...
  9. Tilda von Hammersmark

    Open Shippin' Up To Crown's Hold

    "Xenovia," Tilda found herself saying. Eyes drawn to the horned woman's own. Tawny and gold as a fine drink she wouldn't mind having. And maybe she was staring a while too long. Not that she seemed to mind any if Xenovia knew. "It's a beautiful name," the wheat haired knight gave. Was...
  10. Tilda von Hammersmark

    Tilda von Hammersmark

    The third child of the von Hammersmark's hold. She has taken the Oaths of the Tiwce-Lit Flame.
  11. Tilda von Hammersmark

    Open Shippin' Up To Crown's Hold

    Tilda blinked at the deva's response. Blinked again at the gifted stout. "Um, you've my thanks," she said, careful to take the mug, as if it might catch fire in her hand, or give her a jolt should she touch it too quick. Adelard shook his head. Laughed. "Might be there's where you left it," he...
  12. Tilda von Hammersmark

    Open Shippin' Up To Crown's Hold

    "First time in the Hold then?" asked the pipe smoking Syr Adelard. Well-worn green cloak draped about his shoulders, and tall feather bobbed proudly about his tarnished silvered helm. A blue and white chrysanthemum clasped the oiled wool, His boots slapped against the mud of the streets...
  13. Tilda von Hammersmark

    Private The Kingfisher's Dive

    "Well," Tilda answered, soft spoken as the percussion rumbled down beneath them. A pair of actors, made there way into the stage, and into the glow of the spotlights. "You won't hear a complaint from me," she said as she cozied up. Whispered the quieter into Xen's ear. "But I do take my theater...
  14. Tilda von Hammersmark

    Private The Kingfisher's Dive

    "Now..." Tilda purred back over her shoulder as she hung her weight back. "That doesn't sound so bad, does it?" she winked and hurried up the way, too comfortable by half as she climbed the rigging as if she'd grown with them tied in her hand. A leg hooked up to the gantry, ankle an anchor...
  15. Tilda von Hammersmark

    Private The Kingfisher's Dive

    Tilda's brows arched in surprise, and a small breath caught in her throat as Xen tossed away her ticket. "Oh," "a hand had reached out to try and catch it, but it had already fallen away, and a strong arm pulled her away and into a spin. Another little whoop escaped the knight, her feet...
  16. Tilda von Hammersmark

    Private The Kingfisher's Dive

    Tilda took the tickets gingerly. Smile warmed as she listened to Xen explain the how and the why of their seats. When her pink ears heard the horns and Nobles bit, her face screwed up, brows pinched and lips pouted. But it was hard to hold on to the heat of anger whence a hand wrapped about...
  17. Tilda von Hammersmark

    Private The Kingfisher's Dive

    Was it so wrong that Tilda enjoyed seeing that big dumb smile across Xen's face? It was almost enough to make her blush. The dawnling however, settled on a smile, and turned away some. Mabs clicked her teeth and kept that grin of hers. "Right," she teased, and motioned them in. "As if you two...
  18. Tilda von Hammersmark

    Private The Kingfisher's Dive

    Tilda cocked her head, and arched a brow. Keen to the angle at which she craned her neck, and showed her smile. "As much as you would like to get a good look at my ass, Xenovia," she eyed the deva a long moment. Pulled the deva close with an oomph. Close enough to feel the big woman's breath on...
  19. Tilda von Hammersmark

    Private The Kingfisher's Dive

    "What now?" She echoed with a playful curl of her lips. The closeness between them, the weight of Xen's head on her shoulder, a comfort all its own. Her scent, of fresh earth and the feint kiss of wild roses, tickled each breath that Tilda pulled into her lungs. "We go in through the back, my...
  20. Tilda von Hammersmark

    Private The Kingfisher's Dive

    Tilda could not help but feel surprised at Xen's question. And her teasing, for that matter. "Bother me?" she asked, with a mock laugh. what came next smoothed over the spark of feelings she'd felt spring from her chest. Had her laugh some. "Pleasure is it?" she teased back. Pulled the Deva the...
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