1. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    The grin only got wider at being slammed against the door, the challenge met, excuse offered not taken. Faded, somewhat, as smiling became harder with fingers wrapping around his throat... pressing in to hold him in place. Walter gasped under the fingers, words flowing languidly together in his...
  2. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    He could not convey feelings with his eyes, not when he realized that the hands holding his face made him remember. Made him soft. Made him cradle the fondness over the wound that was maybe healing, but wept still. 'Leave it,' Laric directed and Walter heeded without word. Fingers drifted down...
  3. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    He was mid-nod, ready to retreat when he felt the hands on his face. A rare expression gleaned across the face - a soft confusion, eyes widening in surprise, then sinking closed as Walter's fingertips tracked along Laric's sides. He answered, an exhale puffing with the falling chest, moved...
  4. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    Laric rising to the challenge was a treat of its own. His move, however... Walter's lips stayed parted, his body tensing - and squirming against the other, a thigh pressing between the knees. His breath stilled, lips sank under the teeth. Anything to keep the noise of pleasure mixing with...
  5. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    He smirked, mouth agape in a breathless, soundless acknowledgement that he was, indeed, very much appreciating being touched below the waist. Eyes shot a glance to the opening in the temporary sanctum. No one. Hands gripped at Laric's shoulder and around the nape, pulling him in. Walter ran the...
  6. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    With a quiet agreement, Walter's features lightened. Nevermind his eyelids sinking low at the move along his spine. He thought too much about those hands, and more, against his bare skin. * Incidentally, the first servant around was that made - Josephine?.. - that came to call them down for...
  7. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    "I'm not used to cuddling, but I am used to being on my feet," Walter echoed. "Good point. I should... organize research, and go visit my house guard, see to morale." Restless. Like someone who wasn't used to being home, having free time, being without a mountain of things to do. It was hard for...
  8. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    "I might write memoirs, someday," Walter chuckled. "But then, every time I think about this, I think I shouldn't. It's just a life. People should strive to fill their own, best that they can. I've seen... So much death. Life is so short." He tracked a hand around Laric's waist at the departure...
  9. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    Walter's eyes sunk closed. He shifted around, adjusting to the weight. "I... don't know. There's quite a bit I could tell, much less that I would, to spare you the macabre. I don't doubt you've seen your fair share." He was quiet for a while. "After I changed, I once partook in a ritual that...
  10. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    He let Laric hide the face. Fingers dove into the golden locks, stroked the shoulders, brushed against the nape of the neck. Walter's form relaxed, allowing the other to melt into himself as much as he'd like even from the floor. "My fangs can wound if I were to bite you," he sighed, passing...
  11. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    "I think... A certain internal limit," Walter mused. While his legs were still clothed, he didn't seem to mind the touch. "Those kinds of creatures understand that symbols are power, tomcat. And they might be stronger for upholding the symbols that made them, which is why the offering is blood...
  12. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    "Blood sacrifice," Walter echoed. "Prey of the hunt in offering." He straightened up, walked around Laric to land on the divan, and kicked off the house shoes, stretching his feet to the bear pelt on the floor. Nudged Laric's thigh lightly, just fooling about. "Don't know about the creatures of...
  13. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    "Not riddles? Good." Walter chuckled, pleased. "It is a rare indulgence, to not be... misunderstood." He stood, slowly, besides the chair at first, to stretch upward with gusto and a groan, rolling the broad shoulders back and tilting the locked hands behind the head level. "Yes. Including...
  14. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    Walter seemed to catch the tone, though not the meaning. Paused. "I've never been cruel to her," the words came calmly, and the shuffling of the papers resumed, in an attempt to organize. He glanced at Laric, then at the papers. Listened to the tale about the pits of the dead. "Sometimes...
  15. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    A chuckle, a shake of the head, and Walter focused on carefully copying a rectangular-shaped array. It wasn't meant to be an actual inscription, but rather a way to wrap the aspects in a way that would create the hypothetical. Eyebrows knit a little, lines ran up the forehead. "I have full...
  16. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    Anthea inclined her head. "You are too kind." And left it at that, giving commands to the maids in a different, more business-like tone as she stood in the center of the hall, watching Laric ascend in her periphery. She knew where the young viscount was headed. "You may come in," the voice from...
  17. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    She had the knowing eyes, turned greyish-blue with age when once they must have been more hazel-green. A polite smile, a patient wait to Laric's searching stare. Her clothes were simple and covering, her hands sported many callouses from household labors, and there seemed to be naught more to...
  18. Walter Thornley

    Open Hart, Boar and Fox Fur

    "They may deem it a great virtue, for the lady of Caretarius, formerly heiress, delves in knowledge to further her family's fortunes rather than spending time in silly games of chancing upon the company that would not disappoint," Walter chuckled, doing just that, and taking lead as they walked...
  19. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    Walter hummed in response, relaxing into the warm nuzzle, the kisses at the crook of his neck sending pleasant shivers out his scalp. Thornley choices of fashion usually featured high neck coverage, but he felt like giving an excuse to cover his neck later. Proved right. Laric seemed to enjoy...
  20. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    "No. No apologies, I chose to do this." Walter whispered, shaking his head. He held the other. "I wanted to. To feel you coming undone on shaky legs, and to hear you gasp my name." A touch of lips at the temple. "Breathe, my darling. It felt good, didn't it? I could be a little sore, but if your...
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