1. Aarno

    Private Where the Light Returns

    His smile didn’t falter, just grew sharper in the eyes as the man went on. Called him out, all in good fun. Unsheathing the small knife at his belt he slashed into the butter and scooped up an unruly square of it. Spread it haphazardly on the slice of bread in hand, shrugging. “ One to speak of...
  2. Aarno

    Private Objects, Affections

    No pleasant memories. He watched as she stood, bobbing his head just the once. Slid his arm off the table and levered himself up, slinging his pack over one shoulder. As they went, meandering past the revelry and the waking of a too damn early morning, he kept to her side. The mere inch apart...
  3. Aarno

    Private Objects, Affections

    It was terribly pleasant until it wasn’t. The dumb fucks sure dared to stir like he wasn’t even there, right next to her, and that rankled almost as much as what they actually did. He’d rotated on his seat and swung one leg over the bench in an instant, about to get up and go acquaint the most...
  4. Aarno

    Private Objects, Affections

    The lads have their nets out, alright. Obnoxious. He stared at her drink as she offered it, or rather, passed it over. Shifted his look to middle distance and leaned his shoulder against hers, playing the pretense of casual conversation. “ Let’s. “ And simple as that, he put his tankard down...
  5. Aarno

    Private Objects, Affections

    It had been terribly pleasant for a hot second, how one can forget and lose himself in a crowd and the noise of it. Listening to strands of conversation, letting the gaze lazily drift across the room betwixt rowdy points of interest, all whilst sipping at his drink. And then the meal, that he...
  6. Aarno

    Private Objects, Affections

    The tension relented some on their way, for how having to keep on forced that two exchange words. A civility and strand of communication despite themselves, all business and, ultimately, emotional distance. He felt it woven to every sentence, easy and efficient as they were. The cheer she...
  7. Aarno

    Sanctum of Operations: Status Reports and Mission Debriefs of the KoA

    PROGRESS REPORT FILED by Scribe Ann-Stina on 30th Miersoldat, 349 EoD Knight Sworn Aarno Latva reports in from the field via seeingstone, transcribed message follows Aarno Latva, Knight Sworn To the Sanctums on — 29th Miersoldat Much has happened, so I’ll endeavour to be brief for the sake...
  8. Aarno

    Private Objects, Affections

    Syr Latva. The knifepoint of it was sudden, if obvious, and for all his weariness he wasn’t immune to the sting. It lodged betwixt the ribs, stuck to the bones and willed an irritation to every inhale. But what was such a little thing, two words, next to the worse things they’d exchanged not...
  9. Aarno

    Private Snow Melt

    It seemed he’d spent his quota for— something. Questions? Intensity? Whatever it was, the point of it was obvious as she fled from alongside, urging the animal beneath her to a faster pace on the upward slope. For her smile alone, and mainly the mischief in it, he could ease into thinking next...
  10. Aarno

    Private Objects, Affections

    He took his time. And then some more. But eventually the time comes for all men not made for water to return from it. When the cold and the exhaustion outmaneuver reluctance, the support of earth beneath ones feet inviting instead of heavy as the body that would need stand on it of its own...
  11. Aarno

    Private Objects, Affections

    He couldn’t come. It’d been too long, too strained, too wet in the wrong way, the skin too raw that even the gentle throb of her cunt when she climaxed couldn’t get him there. And his cock was killing him for it. This wasn’t the first time. But it was hideously proper that it should’ve come...
  12. Aarno

    Private Objects, Affections

    No objection, not a word. Just that blink, slow, the only ripple on the still pond as something he’d thrown floated to the bottom and settled there. Was it dark, down where it’d gone? The shift in her was uncanny, the way she seized charge and spoke rife with a strange kind of finality. It all...
  13. Aarno

    Private Objects, Affections

    That angling of hips caught him off guard, prying an agonized moan out of him, stomach tensing. As if pinned to place he watched her come closer, her hands on the rise and fall of his chest, a shift of weight on his body and the sensation of her cunt clenching at his cock as muscles worked. He...
  14. Aarno

    Private Objects, Affections

    She slowed down from their mutual grind and it hit him all at once he’d gone too far. To things unwarranted for this little tryst and what he’d figured it would be, once it’d begun happening. A stumble on the path where it still was too dark to see for how few things they knew of one another...
  15. Aarno

    Private Objects, Affections

    Eyes half-lidded, he exhaled a gasp at the feel of her around his cock, that eager and steady rocking motion that invited him to work his hips in tandem. And he would, seeking more depth and pulling her flush to every thrust, body bent against hers. “ Alone— “ He begun, pausing for breath...
  16. Aarno

    Private Objects, Affections

    Her laugh, like a water spirit’s cackle, made something in his chest somersault. Thrill, lust, a promising heat and a weakness of the will. Heart twisting, the bottom of the lungs dropping. Those whispers, so close to ear they were made sheer and wispy by it, only made his cock harder. He...
  17. Aarno

    Private Objects, Affections

    I want to make bad decisions with you. The valiant effort to otherwise sure had died since, by what he could only decide was a strange work of witchcraft and the basic lack of restraint imposed by rushing blood and radiant moonlight. He’d known all this an abysmal idea the moment the lake with...
  18. Aarno

    Private Objects, Affections

    He hadn’t found the horses. But he’d given up searching for them soon enough to hear the song, come trickling in like a woodland stream to weary observance. On any other night, he would’ve considered it ghastly and walked the other way, to avoid the sirens of lakes and rivers that looked to lure...
  19. Aarno

    Private Objects, Affections

    Thank you? For what— He stepped back from the mess, an almost staggerstep, drawing in a breath that was left shallow for the reek of it all. Stared and wiped a hand over his face, unable to speak, tip of the soiled sword giving a soft plink as it sunk into the spring earth. One more of these...
  20. Aarno

    Private Objects, Affections

    What was that about dog fights — Don’t get in the middle of them? Wasn’t this very close to one, just bigger and more terrifying and with too many limbs and a little too much blight and— Alright, so it’s nothing like just a dog fight. But the principle was the same. He cursed, watching the...
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