1. Walter Thornley

    Private Stillwater

    The mask was familiar. He wore it every day, and he knew that the currents of fear ran deeper than the flame could reach. So the flame had to be bright enough, always, to hide that. The act had to be loud enough. Never loose shoulders. Duty. Legacy. Whatever else they wanted to put on him. He...
  2. Walter Thornley

    Private Stillwater

    He saw it. The momentary yearning. The affront that followed. The revelation was no more than a shadow on the wall, but coupled with Walter's own words the son of Ko could infer the truth, in time. He knew someone, once, who... history certainly rhymed, didn't it. "I agree with you, even though...
  3. Walter Thornley

    Private Stillwater

    His eyes lingered on the hands touching the face of the patient, gently guiding their convalescence with gestures that had nothing to do with weaving. Oh the weaving. Heavy eyelashes fell with a slow tired blink, and Walter struggled within himself. He was so... so full of awe, and envy. He...
  4. Walter Thornley

    Private Stillwater

    Walter couldn't help but let a little relief seep into the monumental self-inflicted neutral stance that was not supposed to show emotion outside socially expected. His shoulders fell a little with a breath escaping parted mouth. He knew that gait very well. People walking that walk tended to...
  5. Walter Thornley

    Private Stillwater

    It started with some commonfolk who went out to the swamps. Days before anyone noticed the dark patches. Days more until some of the Shieldbearers and a few Bremen men noticed the green-brown marks on their own skin, specks of mud at first then bruises, then spaces that felt too soft to the...
  6. Walter Thornley

    Open Surely we'll sing of no little thing

    They had the local brew, bitter and tan but the one that dried the skin with its intensity. They had the barley brew in caskets with the hoble house's colors, on ten wagons. The dusk was setting, and the most brave would have all night until dawn, because the next one might not come for them...
  7. Walter Thornley

    Open Future in the Fog

    He knew she'd noticed. Better than his bones being tested by the squeeze on the hand. The weather was a bully already, and he'd have to stomach much worse soon. He huffed under his breath to the remark, smiling, but lowering his gaze for a moment. He understood the mercenary way, coin and...
  8. Walter Thornley

    Open Future in the Fog

    As Walter's hands unraveled the scrol, his attention flicked back to the paladin. The right eyebrow twitched ever so slightly at the man deciding to taunt him, or perhaps it was expression of interest in regards to his prolonged staring. Oh, right. His face, other than the irksome quirk of the...
  9. Walter Thornley

    Open Future in the Fog

    ~AGATHA~ He watched her set about business with a still face that read as heavy or intense to some, but all it was, was his facial muscles reflecting a semblance of relief. This was the level of discipline that he dreaded would be absent into whoever was sent here to this blighthole to fight...
  10. Walter Thornley

    Open Future in the Fog

    Out in the marshlands, once darkness fell, if felt so much like home, in a terrible way that he could not truly describe, because half the horrors belonged in the margins. The darkness of Bremen nights was like pitch, like a blanket that covered everything within the valleys and forests, a veil...
  11. Walter Thornley

    Open (Himbo)dy and Soul

    "You look... agreeable." A casual remark tinged with a hint of suspicion. Walter turned his gaze away from studying the landscape outside the carriage and trained it on his sister with a smile in the corners of his mouth. "It is an agreeable day," he echoed, tone almost questioning her sudden...
  12. Walter Thornley

    Open Future in the Fog

    1st of Griham, 351 E.O.D, Altalusia Marshlands. The padded drumming of the horse hooves rushed across the slick, sodden soil of the marshlands, sending frigid spatter up in quick spurts of gray and gold-flecked glitter. The sun struggled through the weighty clouds, its pallor shining in beams...
  13. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    Meinrad's eyes glanced off Laric the moment the unspoken line had been crossed. "You will ask for forgiveness," he intoned, neutrally. It happened faster than anyone could react, the old arcanist inscribing sigils in the air at the course of half a heartbeat. A shuffle in the air, a low moan...
  14. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    The stones of the old manor seemed infused with the Shroud of the leyline, woven into an intricate, monumental pattern. Like the intricate work of sealing an unbreakable vow, the power welled at the foundation now gravitated erratically to two sources located in that room, the one who created...
  15. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    Walter did not buckle under pressure, and found his feet when shoved back like a child about to be disciplined by a heavy-handed parent. But he was paler than a sheet, breath weighing his chest heavy, head filling slowly with pinpricks that would drown out the richness of the ambient sound and...
  16. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    The man who was turning away, stopped, and his dark-blue eyes measured the naked blond man who stepped from behind the modesty screen. The visitor stood only slightly taller than Walter. A long mane of silver-white hair sat neatly behind his back, a beard that framed his face was groomed and...
  17. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    "Oh, I'd want more than anything to have my affections known, someday," Walter murmured, his cheek touching lightly to the strands of gold, voice quiet with a wistful dreaminess. "But before then... there is much to be done, and only time will tell." He kissed the golden crown on Laric's head...
  18. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    The gold locks unfurling, Walter's hand lifted quickly from Laric's waist to along his spine, to catch most between fingers. The fingertips curled upward, to capture more, moved up Laric's back. Index finger brushed aside to pull upward a lock where only the tip ended up in water, and it clung...
  19. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    "You may. Black and red are the only exclusions in my dressing preferences." Walter murmured. "It could also be fun to wear matching and opposing colors." He grew still at the thought of introductions, eyes wandering off Laric for a moment. They searched for something on the wall that was not...
  20. Walter Thornley

    Private Tumult Tearing Through the Limbo

    Geist's trot was not exactly like a horse. A slightly different grace, weight shifting without that light toss upward, one paw exchanging with the other smoothly in the gate. Closer to a predator stalking apace. The mercury-silver sheen of the coat was lightening into ashen-grey for the winter...
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