1. Duscan

    Private Where Feather Falls

    "There are a great number of us that do not have the privilege of a full name." Said Duscan, his hackles already rising at they approached. The Emerald Menagerie held nothing of not of greenery on the exterior, but boasted of that bleached stone colour limestone took on, and all the detailing...
  2. Duscan

    Private Where Feather Falls

    Duscan snorted. "The old hag isn't going to listen to anyone unless they are on their knees and begging to be heard. Hate to say it, but she runs a good business... just dealing with her sucks the life out of you." For Duscan, it also came with unpleasant conversation. He was a willing and...
  3. Duscan

    Private Where Feather Falls

    Duscan gave the other a heavy, hard look. "I'll keep the marks." Spoken with a tone that invited no further discussions. Of course, being rid of them would suffice, but Duscan was also the only weaver to receive such markings on the eyes. Somehow, during his indenture, he had become convinced...
  4. Duscan

    Dare Art is what you get away with [M]

    He poured himself another cup before filling her waiting one. Perhaps it was to keep her there, a moment longer so that he could watch her as he poured with an expert hand. Dusc didn't need to watch the cup, not when he had ears and a sense of heartbeats to time his pour. He pulled it back...
  5. Duscan

    Dare Art is what you get away with [M]

    Should he feel envious that she had a father she could love? Where he had a father that was so shamed of him existing, he did not want to bear him with the family name. The moment Duscan learned that he was the result of adultery, he branded the truth as if it were a weapon only he could wield...
  6. Duscan

    Private Where Feather Falls

    "They have an expiration date, of course, but the truth seems too grim for this gorgeous weather." He evaded the answer for it was one he wasn't ready to admit. "You can't get rid of it by any other means." Death. That's how you got out of an indenture, even if freedom was granted to a...
  7. Duscan

    Dare Art is what you get away with [M]

    The moment she strummed her lute, he felt the notes reverberate through his bones and what kept them caged. It was a surge of life, and it moved him. Duscan leaned forward in his seat, eyes watching her with an intensity that awaited the first verse. He had heard her sing before, had not paid...
  8. Duscan

    Dare Art is what you get away with [M]

    Duscan pursed his lips to keep his smile from growing. His eyes became alight with something wicked, something that was for sure every line of poetry dedicated to dastardly. Or so he thought. He wasn't a poet but still held a torch for the art form. "Ah, Lady Lark." Duscan wagged a finger at...
  9. Duscan

    Private Where Feather Falls

    Dusc shrugged one shoulder, as if he could not be bothered to work up the effort to offer a full gesture. "Mixed bag wherever you go. I have been met with respect, but I could go without this branding. In the city Veya, marks like this mean you belong to someone." And despite the lavish life he...
  10. Duscan

    Dare Art is what you get away with [M]

    Duscan's hand shot up, fingers curling around her wrist as if to stop her, but the clear widening of his eyes and stiffness for a moment showed his own action surprised him. He had felt unkind hands before, had forgotten he was no longer that man stuck to bitter duty. He loosened his grip...
  11. Duscan

    Private Where Feather Falls

    The harsh reality of stepping out in the day time was an assault on his eyes that were far more comfortable in the dimmed inn's front room where the curtains were probably stiff from staying closed. The sun may be well hidden behind cloud cover, but it's atrocious brightness still casted a glare...
  12. Duscan

    Private Where Feather Falls

    Duscan felt as if he needed the four drinks the man had paid for. Shaking his head, he rounded the bar slowly, giving himself time to talk himself out of this but like an absolute idiot, he followed after the man. "Duscan. Not nameless." Although that was all there is to his name, the one he...
  13. Duscan

    Dare Art is what you get away with [M]

    He answered her with a soft smile, one he wouldn't use on any customer that came through the inn. It was one he never knew how to replicate, for it was something natural of the moment. Tenderness was not necessarily his forte, none of this was, but Duscan could tell himself it was all good fun...
  14. Duscan

    Private Where Feather Falls

    "I— you know— fucking hells, alright then." Duscan winced and shook his head. Who was he to tell someone otherwise? He wasn't the type to be convincing or cunning, but Duscan could admit that he liked seeing other people realise shock and surprise. It often lended to hilarious facial...
  15. Duscan

    Dare Art is what you get away with [M]

    Duscan looked impressed, his brows raising as he dropped his hand from her chin. It lingered there in the space between them, half hesitation, half intending to find a new spot to hold. "Lady Lark, you are being most unfair to me." He chuckled, but he played those lyrical words over and over...
  16. Duscan

    Dare Art is what you get away with [M]

    Duscan had briefly flitted his gaze to the bedroom earlier, but at her oh, so innocent mistake of making mention of it, Duscan was found staring and wandering over to get a better view of the bed. It was big, if one poor bastard was to compare it to his shitty thing called a cot, and he liked to...
  17. Duscan

    Private Where Feather Falls

    Duscan deadpanned at the man. "You want to... uh..." He struggled to find words, astounded for he knew a good reason why this stranger shouldn't accompany him. Fuck, even Duscan didn't want to go see Emer. "The supplier is a nasty, old, bitch..." Why did he get the feeling even that review...
  18. Duscan

    Dare Art is what you get away with [M]

    Duscan let out a low whistle, slowly taking steps one after the other as his eyes roamed the interiors. It was lived in, perhaps the most curated and personal he had ever seen of anyone's own space. The Lady that owned his indenture kept a very minimal approach to her home, and her collected...
  19. Duscan

    Private Where Feather Falls

    Duscan was really good at keeping his thoughts to himself — when silence was the right answer — but he always had a problem with his face. No, not the bloody ashen tears staining his eyes and cheeks, but his expression always gave away whenever he was passing judgement. "I am not being...
  20. Duscan

    Private Where Feather Falls

    Duscan regarded the well presented man with a lingering look, his expression laced with subtlety and heavily confused features. "Uh... sure. It'll get you four, actually." The bastard didn't quite understand what he had said, but he understood the value of trinkets and things. Finally able to...
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