1. Aarno

    Open Under an Old Tree

    It’d all seemed perfectly settled, then, with that promise that she would keep another offer in mind. He hadn’t any more to give for the moment, so he’d figured once they reached the baths they’d part with mere little farewells. It was a tiny silence, there at the door. He’d already begun...
  2. Aarno

    Private Objects, Affections

    Blight. Had to be. Otherwise the salt would’ve worked. After years of encountering what all of them had, even recently, he couldn’t say he was afeared. So he watched the thing approach in his stillness, rattled and weary, all the way until he no longer could. The gelding bolted and the...
  3. Aarno

    Private Where the Light Returns

    He gave a single nod at the man, accepting the answer despite the doubt on his face. It’d about melted away by the time Faramund offered to pour them all some coffee, which he confirmed by moving his cup closer. A bright, metallic plink against the table. Farren’s question, a proper breach of...
  4. Aarno

    Open Under an Old Tree

    He bobbed his head at the response, understanding. Many never do have a reason to leave, nor the desire to. Lives can be just fine in them little villages, where the home and the heart is. But why was he asking? He shrugged at her counter, put on some innocence into his expression. “...
  5. Aarno

    Private Objects, Affections

    No answer for the actual question. It was like she’d already condemned him for something, insincerity or worse, and thus electing to blow past what he actually wanted to know. What did I intentionally misunderstand, Farren? He stared on, growing confused and sad by her response. This keeps...
  6. Aarno

    Private Objects, Affections

    She didn’t change the subject. Instead, dove on in. Begun digging and hit a rock, clang, rattling him to attention with an insult. A slow turn of the head as he fixed a look on her face, ignoring that malicious instinct that told him he shouldn’t. Look away, let her figure. “ What part do you...
  7. Aarno

    Private Snow Melt

    “ They— “ He spoke the word as if inspecting it for flavour, catching up belatedly to whom she meant with it. Hazarded an assumption. “ So you’ve met with the Coven? Or it’s members, at the very least. “ Curiousity and wonder genuine when he should meet eyes with her again. With the coy...
  8. Aarno

    Private Objects, Affections

    Brooding. The word raised his hackles, stilled his stare to middle distance. None of the thoughts behaved — A major part of him knew she was speaking in jest, trying to inject some lightness to the lingering strain that’d descended and clung to every fiber. Miasmic. But the part of him that was...
  9. Aarno

    Private Objects, Affections

    The response was so— small? And yet heavy, lead at the end of a fishing line. He didn’t know what to do with it, whenever things went so far beyond expectation. That she should’ve denied him the big story— Weary unease settled in his chest, a weight that was hot and cold at the same time...
  10. Aarno

    Private Objects, Affections

    He endured the suspense, daring a tentative smile at her wolven devotions as she’d rain them upon him. The expression remained as she shifted and settled alongside, shoulder to shoulder. He gave a little weight against her in a lean, lightly, acknowledging. “ I did. “ Like I said. Tore his look...
  11. Aarno

    Private Objects, Affections

    The fire caught on something, like a void that’d swallow the light and reflect it back through two pinpricks. Mirrors, silver, a bit of fangs revealed by a grin beneath. He felt he knew it, name and all, but some sense for play bade him pretend he didn’t. So he remained still, staring back in...
  12. Aarno

    Private Snow Melt

    She performed the occult and mystique of it, catching his look that would linger during those turns of phrase. A puzzled sort of endearment sneaked into his smile and the set of his eyes, like he’d listened to a tale he didn’t quite believe, but wanted to. It was done away by the howl and the...
  13. Aarno

    Private Where the Light Returns

    A glutton. “ Quite so. “ He responded humourlessly, merely glancing at Syr Faramund who’d appeared swinging as if summoned by the mere whiff of his name in the air. Such was the way with ghosts and beasts— and some tiny household spirits, known for their large feelings, larger mouths and...
  14. Aarno

    Private Objects, Affections

    Granite, pale grey. Smoothed down by the flow of water. He turned the stone beneath his look, watching as firelight revealed its grain. It was unremarkable and unassuming, many of the paths up here riddled with just its exact like, to the countless. And like all other rocks, it spoke not to his...
  15. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    As he wished. What else was there to ask for? He couldn’t muster a smile in turn for it as they parted from where they lay, too preoccupied with the peculiar air about her. Methodical, meticulous, eerily calm. After all he’d seen of her it felt put on. And there was nothing for him to do about...
  16. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    “ Yes. “ He responded on instinct, eliminating any delay that’d let doubt thicken to a shroud through which it’d be impossible to see reason. While they were here, her tone as it was and neither yet having pulled away, it would’ve been foolish to not speak how he felt. Actual honesty. And he...
  17. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    Eat. Ride out with the caravan for a time. Proper goodbyes. He took it in, saying and giving up nothing while she spoke. Kept his arm around her, watching the bit of her face that was visible past the wisps framing it. It should’ve sounded lovely. By all intents and purposes it was. And yet...
  18. Aarno

    Open Under an Old Tree

    Now there was that charm and spirit — easy conversation and even jokes after a bit of a rough start. While it first struck him as jarring, a great contrast in tone, he hadn’t but to smile at it as she went on. This seemed to be closer to how most people should’ve met her, in the everyday...
  19. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    He bobbed his head, an image of understanding. That was her escape to have, he had to suppose, no matter how much it’d disappointed him. Even if he had to acknowledge it was probably for the best for how it forced them apart, to forfeit argument for the rest of the night. Rest and light...
  20. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    He listened, expression unshifting, allowing her keep his hand. The other held on, resting on the bend of her side, the warm and soft fabric of her tunic. At least she’d identified the cause and saved him the trouble of wringing it out of her or worse — wondering about it. The causes for things...
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