1. Jens

    Open That other Horizon

    The wagon rocked on exit, just as it had on entry, and he closed the door behind the two of them. Did it softly, no fanfare and relatively noiseless, like there was a way to be subtle about where they’d gone and the implications of it all. And he kept his smile, nonchalant. Enjoyed the cool air...
  2. Jens

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    “ Sense, huh? “ He hummed, wondering what her definition of that was. Or what sort of fights one got into, on those roads she walked. The things she did. Could’ve sworn he’d smelled more spirit in her, the fight and the fire, felt it in the touches or some such. He’d been wrong before. “...
  3. Jens

    Private A shallows, a secret

    Sand sloshed and water splashed as red heels sank in, coat tails like banners for war in the wake of a leap. Twin moons, glaring white from the sun and pointed to the frantic shape in the surf. Delilah searched, heart in her throat, tossed by waves that grew ever higher. Danger in the force of...
  4. Jens

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    He stilled up as she slipped behind him, letting her work through the slightest fidget as he fixed his collar and other fit of his shirt in the meanwhile. Left buttons open so frills and wrists could breathe, just straightening the folds, gathers and other taut spots. Where the sleeve had spun...
  5. Jens

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    She slipped away, just so, like the friendliest little watersnake. Or a cat, perhaps? And he got to feel the wrath of too much sitting still on the hard floor, mainly about his numb arse and stiff legs. He stretched both limbs straight in a grimace, knees clicking, slow about the movement lest...
  6. Jens

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    It was all promise enough, for one that hardly ever saw chance acquaintance twice. A fine little lie to make it all less awkward, when they would eventually part forever. He could touch her just the little more fondly for it, bobbing his head. From the motion it stilled into a light keel...
  7. Jens

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    A disappointing palmreader, huh? “ When is it ever. I thought the whole point was to tell people things they already know? “ He countered, inspecting her face with something like challenge. “ Or something roundabout. Whatever could apply to anyone. “ That’s how he’d felt when Mirka had...
  8. Jens

    Open That other Horizon

    “ That’s some faith bestowed on my old arse. Long life— “ He hummed, drawing back a touch to see her face. “ But I’ll take it, with the name. " Smile something devilish, look drawn narrower with mirth that'd crinkle the edges about every feature. “ You dabble in telling fortunes alongside that...
  9. Jens

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    The remark on chickens broke his tender seriousness, pried a huff and a chuckle to the cooling, dusty air of the Wagon. “ I got to play alongside a cockerel once. Lutist, virtuoso. “ He recounted, looking on into the dark like he should’ve seen the memory play out in the depths of it...
  10. Jens

    Private Sang the Fiddler's Bow

    Sweet things. The kiss was met with enough vigour to make any man smug, let alone a sailor. He bared teeth into it as a charmed seasnake, breath reduced to a heated hiss. His arm held fast, bracing whom should’ve had to balance on the balls of the feet to reach him, all the way until they...
  11. Jens

    Private Sang the Fiddler's Bow

    Overrated. “ You can say that again. “ Lilah muttered in a smirk, landing her hands on Mariel’s waist. “ What the fuck does a Chevalier have to Lament about, anyway— Rich fucks. “ All that was lost to whom would on a regular day cut in to respond. Too caught in the song and the closeness of...
  12. Jens

    Private Sang the Fiddler's Bow

    The wanton suggestion was catching on to his smug delight, which he made certain to level Delilah’s way in a smirk and a keel of the head. “ See, the people have taste. “ He informed her, all too pleased to let the barknight help him out of his coat. And check it in too while he watched...
  13. Jens

    Private Sang the Fiddler's Bow

    “ Oh, what sweet promise— “ He answered, looping his arm around the shoulders of his smiling company, just about audible to himself beneath the clapping. “ For that is exactly what I’d like to get up to. “ And then keep at it, any which way. He held on a little tighter, feeling the weight of...
  14. Jens

    Open That other Horizon

    There was that bit about names again, emphasized importance. She’d introduced him to it first thing on the pier too, giving three different monikers for what to him was a mere object. That bird of wagonwood, found in the dust. “ And objects? Why was the bird called Remember? For tonight, as you...
  15. Jens

    Private Sang the Fiddler's Bow

    No losers. “ This dance sure doesn’t. “ He responded, may have winked if on his face it’d not looked like any wanton blink. Small tragedies. “ You keep that step up and the fishing adjacent turns of phrase coming and we’ll be— “ Reeled away, bumped shoulders with an unfortunate fellow patron...
  16. Jens

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    Mist. Gave a nod, understanding. Maybe a little amused for the simple relatability. “ You have some, you pour some, after. Something strong for the burned bones and to fill the little tear in your chest. “ Explained against the warmth of her face, hand resting on the back of her ribs. “ Or...
  17. Jens

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    “ No. Too much humility. “ He smiled at that, for how characteristic to some such a thing was allowed to be. Until bitter end. “ What he wished for was good gin. “ Also, brutally on brand. “ Doesn’t drink, not since ten years ago what with the— “ He shrugged. That whole thing, whatever it was...
  18. Jens

    Private Sang the Fiddler's Bow

    No love lost. His brow hiked up, sharkteeth bared in a flash smile. Red eye focused on the face that’d grin and speak back at him. “ You can be plenty daring yourself, barknight. “ He riposted. “ That’s my mother you’re talking about and— “ Paused to pull apart, then back together. Steps fluid...
  19. Jens

    Open That other Horizon

    He flinched sluggishly at the probing touch. Ticklish. “ You did. “ Was his initial response, the truest of them. But suppose that was more a who, than a what. “Before that— Shoreleave. A friend of a friend is— “ Sentence meandered off to a gentler, slower bend. Like pausing to reminisce. “...
  20. Jens

    Open That other Horizon

    There was that little feeling again, tugging in the gut. For the closeness and the lower tones. What had he said once, twice, thrice, countless times whenever someone brought caution into question — that truth about sailors? “ Being careful is not what got me here. “ He admitted, letting the...
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