1. Matvi Iramene

    Private The Wake of a Wound

    His hands held just a moment longer. Fingers cupped around her shoulders. "Of course, Syr Kerrigan," he said, a measured step behind her that turned to a step to her side. Adjusted his cuffs. "I have been practicing a new trick that may prove useful on the road," twinkled his fingers, as if he...
  2. Matvi Iramene

    Private The Wake of a Wound

    Matvi's lip twist with a curious curl. Hands already undoing the buttons of his coat. Pulling it off his shoulders, and offering up to her. "If that is where you'd like to dry off," he shrugged. Still holding the coat open. Easy enough to step into, if she would only let him drape it about her...
  3. Matvi Iramene

    Private The Wake of a Wound

    "Glimmering blades of grass, you say?" he chimed. A coo to his voice. "Well, I do love the sound of such a site," he confessed. Yet, had his hands cross his chest and hold onto his shoulders. Mimed a shiver and shake. "But it is a bit, clammy," he laughed. Stepped easy under the tree cover...
  4. Matvi Iramene

    Open A Break in The Road

    Well. This was one hell of a pickle, wasn't it? Chasing a man who was a half peeled orange as it was. Legs starting to wobble under him after each stride he took. Silly bastard. Noble. Silly. Bastard. Too far to catch. Bomb too shard fucked to weave back to sleep. All jostle and bump, and...
  5. Matvi Iramene

    Private The Wake of a Wound

    Syr Kerrigan! A voice called out near the stables. Even through the muffle of rain, Matvi could make out Alinard's sure voice, boom over the din. So Caelia was about? A smile curled about his lip. And a twinkle gleamed in his eye. He had grown quite curious about the Dawndrinker. Haunting as...
  6. Matvi Iramene

    Private Sang the Fiddler's Bow

    The squeeze was a nice little boost of confidence, wasn't it? Delight further spreading at the ante being matched. Then upped with a little pull from a man that was anything but. Gentle as he was giant. Matvi smiled sharp and pleased at that. Strolled over, all cat with tail raised high and...
  7. Matvi Iramene

    Private Sang the Fiddler's Bow

    A pleased little coo at the affection, and the vote of confidence. "My hero~" he said, want and play curling in his voice. If Anala had heard Jens, she made no sign of it at first. Finished rattling her copper mixer and smacked it open with the meat of her palm. Poured out something that...
  8. Matvi Iramene

    Private White Rose and Lemon Leaves

    A knock of warm laughter from the old Master's throat as she nod to the young knight's eager response. For all the darkness that swirled about her, she opened herself up with such honesty. "Many disregard the small," the old Tortugan agreed. No judgement in how she spoke it. Simply tending...
  9. Matvi Iramene

    Private White Rose and Lemon Leaves

    A sagely nod from the Master of Wyld. "Oft, young Knight, what calls to us, guides us to what we are meant to do," she let the little crawl inch right off her claw, and onto a nearby leaf. "Only you can know why you truly crave such deathly delights, but it is in that why, that you may find a...
  10. Matvi Iramene

    Private Sang the Fiddler's Bow

    The thump and shatter of something in the room over had Matvi raise a brow, tilt his head. A little, oop, fall out of his lips. "Do I ever?" he laughed. "Mon matelot," nod along. "What proud craftsman, tradesman, laborer, or artisan would ever not?" he practically whispered with how loud the...
  11. Matvi Iramene

    Open A Break in The Road

    Bleeding never suited him. Sucked the pain down through his teeth. Felt his nerves firing sporadic. Fingers twitching, arm trembling beneath the the mess caused by the bolt. Shallow. He managed to surmise. Shallow enough, any how. A flick and a pluck of the wind, and gossamer threads of blue...
  12. Matvi Iramene

    Private White Rose and Lemon Leaves

    The Old Master listened to the young knight. Had heard of her curious experiments. Did not seem bothered by the undercurrent of cold and dark emotion that passed over them. "Have you heard of the Queen's Grace butterfly, Syr Kerrigan," she asked. Moving down the way. She nod her beak toward...
  13. Matvi Iramene

    Private White Rose and Lemon Leaves

    The old Tortugan listened to the young knight. So wrapped up in her agonies. Her pains. How such things rooted into a heart. How they twined, noxious against the soul. "Life is full of lessons, Caelia, and even the difficult ones, those ones that feel like the greatest burden, may have some...
  14. Matvi Iramene

    Private White Rose and Lemon Leaves

    Brambleshell listened to the young Knight give voice to her thoughts. Feeling there in the words that sounded from her lips. Then came the worry that had trembled across each nervous smile. "No more than the wind, stirring against feathers folded from flight," she teased. Shook her head...
  15. Matvi Iramene

    Private White Rose and Lemon Leaves

    "As much a privilege as a bird has to be born with its wings," Master Brambleshell added. tut her tongue at the nervous energy that seemed to emanate from the young Kerrigan. "If Syr Iramene were truly worried, he would have tried harder to convince you. Isn't that right, Matvi?" The Dusker...
  16. Matvi Iramene

    Private White Rose and Lemon Leaves

    Matvi stepped back a moment, to let the Knight Weaver do her work. "I can imagine," he said as a quiet aside. And perhaps that was a bit of the trouble between he and the pursuits of the Wyld. Loch, now that made sense. All flow, ease, never sticking too long in one spot, less it turn to...
  17. Matvi Iramene

    Private White Rose and Lemon Leaves

    Master Brambleshell tut her tongue. "Do not encourage the scoundrel, Caelia," she said, all bright tease. "He gets plenty of that as it is," Matvi looked all pleased cat, with too much fish for his own good. "She's not wrong," he said with a wink toward Syr Kerrigan, who plucked a thing from...
  18. Matvi Iramene

    Private White Rose and Lemon Leaves

    He watched. Sharp eyed as she eased forward. "No, I can't imagine it ever is," he shared. It was easy for him. As he had been all but cast out. With the memory of Syr Ikann invoked, Matvi gave a nod of the head. Listened on at the telling. Hummed soft as she gave that bit on the care that...
  19. Matvi Iramene

    Open A Break in The Road

    "Well, load of trouble," a grunt as the fuckers started slipping an falling and loosing their bolts. Missiles flew every which way, and people screamed as they ran for cover. Matvi pressed his back against a merchant's stand as a quarrel plunked itself into the heart of an unworn chemise...
  20. Matvi Iramene

    Private Sang the Fiddler's Bow

    Stolen away he was. All whisper and dream until that massive hand came slap against his ass and he could not help but smile the more, laugh the more, and curl the more into the strength of it all. Song a lilting and a flying. Hearts pounding against bones, and the sea of glittering scales...
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