1. Jens

    Private Sang the Fiddler's Bow

    Ah, man. He gave no resistance. Let himself be lofted off his seat and pulled along like a small fry caught in a line. Reeled in, proper, quipless for what the man had whispered last. He wasn’t planning on painting shit. A sailor, a philosopher, but an artist? No. He looked past his shoulder...
  2. Jens

    Private Sang the Fiddler's Bow

    The admission of defeat was rather adorable, made it easy to welcome the man back where weight leaned against him. Forgetting his drink, he huffed adoration into Matvi's shoulder, touching lips to fabric. He didn’t rest there long, perking up sluggishly to the serving bartender’s laugh in a...
  3. Jens

    Private Sang the Fiddler's Bow

    Gears turned. Not his, though, all thought having bled to touch and blood that coursed hotter in it. He could keep up the pretense of paying attention to the game, providing those affirmative hums and haws, even if this whole matter of the pears weighed ever the less. Thankfully, none called him...
  4. Jens

    Private Sang the Fiddler's Bow

    With his date too eager to pay, he allowed the pleasure without missing a beat. As any chronically broke sailor would, trading off his arm for the man to drape about those angular shoulders any way he liked. Saved him the non-trouble of doing that too, all that weight sat on his lap ghosting...
  5. Jens

    Private Sang the Fiddler's Bow

    The cunt. Despite not knowing what it was about, he held on a little tighter, assuring. We’ll get her — he’d said what he’d said. And would watch with one eye as close as if he’d had two. “ Yeah, game. “ He hummed in a tap of the counter, all cordial smiles despite the general air of...
  6. Jens

    Open That other Horizon

    Come wake me? He stopped at the door and clapped a hand on his chest, the surprised delight of a swooned noblewoman blooming into his smile. “ How kind. Answers whatever I was going to ask next— “ No having to share a bed, for one. Or whether he should’ve taken to the floor to begin with. Not...
  7. Jens

    Open That other Horizon

    He got about as much out of the man as he’d expected. No response, just diversion. As one did when opposed by any old trick, he accepted it in a knowing smile. “ Oh, you think she likes me? ” He asked cheerfully, head cocking over-confidently as he swept a palm over the wrap like smoothing...
  8. Jens

    Open That other Horizon

    Like you or me? His brow arched, a gentle incomprehension. Or perhaps it was denial. Still, he hadn’t but to believe what he was told — wanted to, too. Was easier that way. “ Alright. “ He started, almost sure in the way he said it, despite the glances he’d yet throw for the darkness creeping...
  9. Jens

    Private Sang the Fiddler's Bow

    Whomever wouldn’t. Some prideless fucks, probably, bent to deprive the good folk of all drama and cat talk. Disgusting. He hummed low as any man being let in on secrets, look slipping from Matvi to this— Real deal. All that steady movement and vascularity on the arms and hands that knew work...
  10. Jens

    Private Sang the Fiddler's Bow

    The man made a circle around him and he stood, enjoying it. The steady trail of the touch as hand left his, freeing it to tap applause against the side of his chest for the band as the song drew to an end. A shortlived gesture before hands took again and held on. Tugged along. He yielded...
  11. Jens

    Open That other Horizon

    He’d not expected the question, but it fell in the perfectly professional couple steps’ distance betwixt them regardless. Lingered there for a moment as he spun up a thought, trying to make a phrase of it. Truth was, they didn’t really need to talk, to his mind — none had been worried as for...
  12. Jens

    Open That other Horizon

    It was settled then — to finally part. Just for Vyn he’d flash his better, winning smile as she reached up to bid farewell, his hand brushing a touch on her shoulder. That last bit. “ I’ll be sure to keep loud, then. Just in case being otherwise physically incapable of secrecy isn’t enough. “...
  13. Jens

    Open That other Horizon

    It was like he’d never asked a thing. Didn’t earn even deflection just— deafness. But he wouldn’t pry further, just settled to stand on the other side of Jem’s tiny flame. People usually had reasons why they’d play as if they’d not heard things. Wasn’t any of his bloody business now was it, and...
  14. Jens

    Open That other Horizon

    “ Runes. “ Repeated, neutral enough for how vague it was, restraint rife in the following silence. Chose not to ask further for his ignorance. It was Jem, so it made sense enough. Shroudworks. “ Well, if that isn’t properly— “ He didn’t finish the sentence, the tail of it falling off into...
  15. Jens

    Open That other Horizon

    He watched the gestures and communications with bouncing attention, curiousity bright and patient on his face. First search a bust, but no matter that. It was easy enough to fall into Vyn’s brisk and confident wake. He buoyed his head. “ Working— Rather late, isn’t it? ” Muttered as a...
  16. Jens

    Open That other Horizon

    The wagon rocked on exit, just as it had on entry, and he closed the door behind the two of them. Did it softly, no fanfare and relatively noiseless, like there was a way to be subtle about where they’d gone and the implications of it all. And he kept his smile, nonchalant. Enjoyed the cool air...
  17. Jens

    Open That other Horizon

    “ Sense, huh? “ He hummed, wondering what her definition of that was. Or what sort of fights one got into, on those roads she walked. The things she did. Could’ve sworn he’d smelled more spirit in her, the fight and the fire, felt it in the touches or some such. He’d been wrong before. “...
  18. Jens

    Private A shallows, a secret

    Sand sloshed and water splashed as red heels sank in, coat tails like banners for war in the wake of a leap. Twin moons, glaring white from the sun and pointed to the frantic shape in the surf. Delilah searched, heart in her throat, tossed by waves that grew ever higher. Danger in the force of...
  19. Jens

    Open That other Horizon

    He stilled up as she slipped behind him, letting her work through the slightest fidget as he fixed his collar and other fit of his shirt in the meanwhile. Left buttons open so frills and wrists could breathe, just straightening the folds, gathers and other taut spots. Where the sleeve had spun...
  20. Jens

    Open That other Horizon

    She slipped away, just so, like the friendliest little watersnake. Or a cat, perhaps? And he got to feel the wrath of too much sitting still on the hard floor, mainly about his numb arse and stiff legs. He stretched both limbs straight in a grimace, knees clicking, slow about the movement lest...
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