1. Jens

    Open Pick Your Poison

    Painting hadn’t been on the list when himself had considered an all manner of wants and likes. That it should’ve been for someone else, was again a bit of that mystery chipped away. A whole lot yet remained, held onto by rule and wit. A perpetual open book, he wouldn’t mind dueling both. “...
  2. Jens

    Open Pick Your Poison

    Two hours. Marked — What a perfectly sufficient time, easily lost and hardly missed. “ Safe to assume I would like just that. “ He toasted for it, taking a perfectly dainty sip of his drink. Delilah was nursing hers, leaning against an elbow, a bit of weight about her shoulders and the smile...
  3. Jens

    Open Pick Your Poison

    Fiddler’s. Proper humoured and intrigued too, now, he watched the two bartenders pitch back and forth. Something of a fabled character, this— Jakob. And the honey ale. Delilah shifted to glance at him and he, catching the movement by the edge of his narrow vision, met eyes in a keel of the...
  4. Jens

    Open That other Horizon

    Suppose she was right about the goats. He’d heard of a kind that fell over, stiff as logs, at just the feel of an unsettling breeze or the sound of louder sneeze. And he wasn’t exactly the comeliest maiden that ever walked, swam, spoke or sang. The hushed assurance took him aback a touch, but...
  5. Jens

    Open That other Horizon

    There amidst their painted wagons, the end of the lanterns, were the fires and the people he’d heard so much about. His company unmoored, drifting away to the music like one of them water spirits gone pirouetting above the waves at night, when none but a late watch remained to witness them. Had...
  6. Jens

    Open That other Horizon

    There were lessons there, one after another. On the wagons, on her people, a bit of life too. Nothing to challenge or disagree with, as he lacked either the place or the inclination to. He granted her and the tales a silent sort of deference, all the way to the point she took jab at him...
  7. Jens

    Open That other Horizon

    “ A thousand pockets. “ He muttered, thrilled by the whimsy of it. “ I’m not opposed to a treasure hunt. “ Metaphysical or otherwise. From her his eye bounced to the distance as she indicated a direction, the ripples of light betwixt stray trees that’d been let live at edges of meandering...
  8. Jens

    Open Pick Your Poison

    “ Frivolities!? What a horizonless way to put it. “Delilah slammed a hand on the counter with exaggerated outrage, claws clicking. Jens recoiled from his slouch as if she’d caught fire, one arm aloft like he meant to shield himself and his drink from sidelong sparks whilst drawing a another...
  9. Jens

    Open That other Horizon

    The little bit of humour was welcome, made her smiles brighter and more beautiful. He felt warmer for it, the effortless dashes of levity in the stories she told in turn. A balm for the heart that should’ve been too tender yet. Encouragement and hope, on top of the splinters he’d held onto out...
  10. Jens

    Open That other Horizon

    Ghost or not, at least it was pleasant hauntings for once. It was hard to not keep a well-humoured smile with someone this daring, be it in the way she spoke or the things she apparently juggled. Knives and fire, but— “ Company, huh. “ He half-exclaimed in the midst, lips pursed to elicit a...
  11. Jens

    Open That other Horizon

    Not the only chance. Though he doubted that, he wouldn’t let it show on his face, Vyn’s little affirmations and encouragements allowing his smile to linger. The extended hand hovered in the air for but a second before he took it and let himself be led along. She may have been smaller but for the...
  12. Jens

    Open That other Horizon

    Wagonborn. Unbroken. Remember. It was a whole string of monikers, ones he wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold onto for long, if not for that image of a carved bird. Something real for the words to anchor to, sat on the palm of someone with not half the glamour to her name. But perhaps, if all...
  13. Jens

    Open That other Horizon

    Memory. Which one? He bobbed his head, accepting the answer even if it’s cryptic nature made all this feel like a dream. Tucked thought into cotton, suspended sense in empty air like it’d stumbled off the ledge while he wasn’t looking. So much felt possible, untethered and uncertain. The wagons...
  14. Jens

    Open That other Horizon

    In the hum of the wind and the vessels overhead, the comforting ambience of a pier, he’d barely heard anyone approach. Not until she spoke, already so near he visibly started, flinching to attention. A questioning, wide look in his eye he would spy the little bird. Without asking, the stranger...
  15. Jens

    Open Pick Your Poison

    Stealing? Maybe. “ If it should please him, sure. “ He shot back, both sailors roused to attention by Mariel’s return. Delilah hid her wider smile behind the rim of her glass, hovering it at the end of a propped up arm. Cheap date and an awful, if habitual singer — the good news just kept...
  16. Jens

    Bits & Pieces

    THE DISAPPEARANCE OF THE BRIG DAGGERSHARK YEARS UPON YEARS AGO “ Do you think she knows? “ It was barely audible against the wind and the waves, the flap of their garments and clatter of windchimes. They were of driftwood here at the pier, once painted to reflect the colours belongst to...
  17. Jens

    Private A shallows, a secret

    What in the hells— “ Death, dear lad. More than Death. “ Proper blown to the winds as red mist sort of deal. There’d be naught left of any of us to bury. But he wouldn’t say that much and even the part he did, was in a smile. He’d choose to be cheerful rather than needlessly bleak every time...
  18. Jens

    Open Pick Your Poison

    Well met indeed. Matvi. “ First name terms. “ Jens announced victoriously, cocking his head at Delilah to speak betwixt just the two of them whilst the bartender mixed drink. Delilah scoffed. “ You aren’t that old fashioned. “ “ Plenty charmed, though. “ “ Mm-hm. “ She humoured him with a...
  19. Jens

    Open Pick Your Poison

    By his roughest estimate, they’d been successful in telling the story. Who didn’t love a little ballyhoo, hmh? Awfully satisfied with himself and not even bothering to pretend otherwise, Jens listened to Syr Iramene’s assessment therein with interest. And he would do so in a smile for the...
  20. Jens

    Open Pick Your Poison

    “ You’d make a fine charlatan, Syr Iramene. “ He hummed, watching a touch deviously as the man settled to lounge against the bar. A bit further away than he would’ve preferred. “ Should I be so lucky as to remember something of this eve, I’ll be sure to come to you whenever my vast imagination...
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