1. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    They hadn’t sat down long, trying to enjoy their meal and what to him was a terribly comfortable silence, until it got loud all at once. Two descended upon their table and for a good minute and a half he was allowed his place at the sidelines, watching with growing amusement as the siblings...
  2. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    To better secure what he’d won by daring declaration alone, he’d laced his fingers into hers. Loosely, but firmly enough that he’d not lose her when she was bound to tug him along. Sure as Spring, she did just so as they circled about the banquet tables, himself in her wake making a poor attempt...
  3. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    He met her just so as she reached up, coming closer, cradling in turn. The touch claimed him victim to it, his head tilting lightly to press against her soft palm. They lingered, but not uncomfortably or anxiously, and he may well have been satisfied with that alone. What was there to say...
  4. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    He held her stare, his own words growing louder betwixt them. And yet, he couldn’t even feel regret for what he’d said. Because it was true. A breath grew hot in his lungs, staying overlong as her hand urged his over the skin, to feel for the veins and the rushing blood. And he did without...
  5. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    With the drums, begun the dance and a song. The anxious weight in his mind and his stomach fled, burrowing away into the skin that tingled. The percussion was in the air, every vibration electric, her grandmother’s voice reduced to sounds as the word’s and their meaning eluded him. Like...
  6. Aarno

    Bits & Pieces

    THEY MINE SPECTROLITE IN THESE HILLS YEARS UPON YEARS AGO There was someone in his house. It stood a squat shape amidst the tall pines and cold rockfaces, edges of the roof smoothed out by a thick layer of snow. Nothing but a gradient of grey ahead, save for a sliver of firelight glowing...
  7. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    A dance, a feast, offerings to the spirits. It didn’t sound half bad at all. While he wasn’t entirely inexperienced with the last, he had to figure perhaps they did things differently here than he was used to. Belongs to woods’ witches, were his customs. Just take it in stride — they’ll...
  8. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    Not long had he the opportunity, at her obliging, to return to any sliver of his leisurely standing around, when already something else stirred the grove. A whole band of shepherds and their charge, amongst them who quickly would approach further by the mere sight of his fellow knight. Her...
  9. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    From the first touch, it was incredibly warm. Earnestly, in every fibre from the bottom of its chin to the tip of its tail, the beat of a greater heart a calm rhythm in the center of it all. Like fond feeling, a genuine smile spread upon him as the fell deer bumped on closer and begun properly...
  10. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    He merely hummed his attention as she explained, his eye straying from her to around them as if expecting to catch sight of all whom she spoke of. He wouldn’t recognize any of them, naturally, save for Davina’s family, but there was a comfort in averting one’s gaze. Despite how much rather he’d...
  11. Aarno

    Private the Trees and what belongs to them at Spring

    The old grove hummed, a gentle breeze in its branches and patches of dry grass, a sharp chill in the air that enveloped all in a pale haze. The distance trailed off into it, soft like a dream, every which living shape like blots of ink on wet paper. Snow drifted from above in clumps resembling...
  12. Aarno

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    How small they must’ve looked then — himself with his petty anger, his remaining company so called to rest closer to ground, bent to surrender by either weariness or pain. If the man felt the latter to even fraction of the degree warranted by the wound, he sure was being incredibly brave about...
  13. Aarno

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    Faramund’s initial remarks slid off him like water from upon the back of a duck, neither word nor gesture betraying that he was even listening. As the man kept painting little queer devils on the walls, be it about the myriad signs of further witchcraft about them or Farren’s implied fate, he...
  14. Aarno

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    “ I’d never leave you, you damn oaf. And yes — I saw. “ He replied, left standing a touch awkwardly as the man broke off to fish for something in the water, striking quite the image as he did so. Actively bleeding, practically raving about what they should be doing, where they ought to have been...
  15. Aarno

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    For a beat, his mind rung empty. The sight of Syr Faramund landing on the rocks, the monster, the scrape of hooves as Svala pulled to an abrupt halt, Farren— Already gone in a click of bells and whip of her pale plait, assuming another skin. The horse beneath him nickered and spun in a nervous...
  16. Aarno

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    The mist swam so thick the horse had slowed, its shorter steps forced from urgency as distance grew blurred and then opaque, whitewashed walls of houses lurking within it. Svala’s ears swiveled and a little nicker left its mouth, but for what took him a moment longer to notice. A dark shape...
  17. Aarno

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    Speak he might, none would hear. Meander about the streets he did, to notice of just as many. Reach out he dared once and twice, touch closing around bare air. They were all here and yet not, what felt like a whole world apart, himself peering at them through the smallest window. Too small. And...
  18. Aarno

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    The small circle narrowed the view to a point, revealing a whole lot of nothing ahead. The fog was much the same, ever asway and reaching to eternity, blurring the edges, dulling the colours and obscuring all beyond a yard. A thoughtful sound left him, the dirt underheel crunching as he rotated...
  19. Aarno

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    The last of it had been that light brush of a touch on his arm, before of a sudden there was nothing but the fog and hum of empty buildings. Despite the fact the grey dapple beneath him seemed wholly unbothered by the development, merely swiveling its ears, he brought it to a stop. Once it did...
  20. Aarno

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    His face crinkled with thought, a frown upon him as he stared down at the village. He didn’t know what he had expected to see, but this sure wasn’t it. So much fog and a lone light above a silence like that of a grave. If this had been a lively little place, once upon a time, there was no trace...
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