1. Walter Thornley

    Private Winds of Wonder

    The narrow nostrils puffed a breath of air - hot, like its distant cousin's once, perhaps. The mercury-sheen creature leaned its head low, sniffing at Malachai tentatively, Walter's hand staying on Geist's creature's neck. A low rumble, like a croon, vibrated in the underjaw all the way to...
  2. Walter Thornley

    Private Baptism By Fire

    The stench hit worse than any blow, because when it reached his mind, he could not hear the voice calling for Ingol. The baron drifted closer to the cart, to the flesh-melted man who was delighting in his torment, or perhaps simply in shock of what happened, the clarity before the fall. He did...
  3. Walter Thornley

    Open Hart, Boar and Fox Fur

    The cold was coming from the western mountains, dragging its misty fingers closer to the coasts each morning past. And with the changing of the seasons, trees dressed in gold and copper filigree among the peridot late summer greenery. The skies seemed a special sort of blue in the fresh quiet. A...
  4. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    A few things, indeed. A love for swordsmanship, a formerly debonair attitude, a present odd reputation. Walter listened, carefully. Yes, his wants were as out in the open as they were ever going to be, and his defenses melted down into complacent yearning for his need to be met - for comfort...
  5. Walter Thornley

    Private The Damage Roots Can Do

    "Only briefly. One of the captains I sailed with was..." A distant look, a slow sigh. "Ocean's own. Not merfolk, exactly, but man was himself a hurricane." A chuckle under his breath, with a bit less humor, and Walter brought the glass back to his lips. "Gorgeous eyes, dark, vibrant and selfish...
  6. Walter Thornley

    Private Winds of Wonder

    Up the cliff, and along the hillside to the drakepens they went, where three large creatures rested on a sectioned off plot of grass with a large white rock protruding almost from the middle. The borders were nominal - no proper fence, nor gate. The things could climb it anyway. Enchanted...
  7. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    He could almost sense the slightest tension with his skin, like a scent so ephemeral it was more a witty guess. He desired an equal, relished in the challenge that didn't come from feeling unworthy, the versatility and trust that came without a hard-set premise. The moment and the winner could...
  8. Walter Thornley

    Private The Damage Roots Can Do

    Walter looked at her, paused, and averted his eyes as he grabbed two for good measure. It's not that he could get drunk on mulled wine, but... he also did like sweet things. Sometimes, sweet nothings. "What of that time?" he hummed, landing his snatched snacks onto a platter and re-settling...
  9. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    He noticed the stare. Almost palpable, and who knew what feeling was defining it. But, he could hazard a guess, so that all prior heartbreaks didn't burn for naught. Though his gaze was not seeking to peel layers and glide along the shadows between the folds of fabric and the tender skin - he...
  10. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    "Oh? You know, you might be right," Walter rose on his elbow, trying to figure out what the other was doing, then sat up, grunting low as he stretched his shoulders and slowly, sluggishly took time to tidy up. Nothing fancy at the speed he was going - while his company was about in the forest...
  11. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    He let go, and the gloved hand rested across his own stomach as Walter lay there, watched the darkening sky peeking through the canopy. The little fire would die unless he mustered will to conquer his reluctance and feed it some. He was quite a simple creature, he thought idly. Applied himself...
  12. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    There was a slight tensing up at the touch, lips pressing together when a thumb brushed too close. Part stubborn, but bracing as if he was about to hurt, part protest. Too drunk to truly convey anything. The flush grew deeper, breath heavier, heart thudding in his chest with slow and deep...
  13. Walter Thornley

    Private The Damage Roots Can Do

    "And yet, even in distress, Alicia Hammond also refuses to rely on herself," Walter sighed. "Family failed to teach her, and she fails to learn on her own. Rather tragic. If it's such an issue, her father should decide and she should take that decision, for everyone's sanity. As for me, I don't...
  14. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    "Are these the circumstances?" The slur had almost come with a tease. Almost. Walter offered the water, the pouch with snacks still between them. Wouldn't help a lot, just delay the inevitable enough not to throw up in the bushes. "We can keep tossing the coin, just a little break to water and...
  15. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    A louder inhale, exhale. He felt around for a waterskin. Only water could wash the blood down. Too drunk to understand what was it that he'd learned, much less break it down into words. Like the canopy shuffling in the breeze and the fading glow of dusk, it was within his perception, and yet...
  16. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    The difference with a proper blood rite of any kind was one. Walter wasn't offering any of his. He didn't seem too thrilled with the sharp sound of blade going through flesh, brows knitting. He almost breathed a 'no, what are you-', but his lips only moved the first couple syllables, silently on...
  17. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    "You've left a few deeper ones yourself. But it was part of the point, now then, wasn't it?" came a murmur in return. There was a way that men of violence solved their issues, his former Captain taught him that. Paired with the duties of the lord, Walter tried to do the best he could within the...
  18. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    Walter leaned on the log with his elbow and grabbed onto the bark with the glove, hoping to get steadier. His good hand floated in the air, on the ready. But of course he was drunk. He quickly darted closer, missed his shot, fingers barely grazing the surface of the glass. Almost fell on Laric...
  19. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    "Feat... yeah, I'll take a fable after, I think... Let's see..." He caught the twitch. Took everything he had to let it go, not to fixate on it or try to question - gods knew, sweet David wasn't going to bring up any good memories... did they know each other?.. Didn't matter. Not right now. Was...
  20. Walter Thornley

    Private Summer Wine [M]

    Walter could catch Laric in periphery, drinking again. The back of his mind that could still do analytics shuffled awake, offering with a last bold stretch - he's drinking because he doesn't want to answer. The flatness, a certain thinness that lightened the tone of the response confirmed it...
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