1. Jens

    Open That other Horizon

    The beam of moonlight coming in through the four-paned window was of the deepest blue, lending everything it touched a radiant, electric halo. Staring at the ceiling in the night, he could almost pretend he was underwater — somewhere deep and far away, the particles of dust swimming like...
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  2. Jens

    Private A shallows, a secret

    Miss Kurkela lay yet on the floor when a voice tugged at her attention. Unbidden and unwelcome, barking something like a question. Her ears were ringing and she roused as someone moved hastily into the room, but not for her. Without her spectacles she saw but a swimming blur and the sides of...
  3. Jens

    Open Pick Your Poison

    “ Full of pleasant character one should hope. “ Jens butted in, flashing sharkteeth. Delilah stared yet at his halfway drained glass, pulling it closer to herself like a proper adventurer. “ I’m pretty sure he meant the citrus. “ She pointed out, taking a sip. “ Ouch. Careful with those claws. “...
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    Private A shallows, a secret

    “ How are you about swimming all the way back to Kharsaga? “ Delilah spoke betwixt the swing of her arms, swimming despite her tone that grew despirited. Her direction too had shifted, indecisive as the initial idea of returning to the ship grew less attractive. “ I’ll do just that and drag both...
  5. Jens

    Open Pick Your Poison

    “ I bet you could. “ Delilah agreed with Mariel, a glint in her eye as she watched the woman maneuver glasses to a tray. Somewhat— hypnotized by the sight of those nimble movements. “ Served up? “ Jens repeated the man’s words, feigning puzzlement past the rim of his glass. Any particular...
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    Open Pick Your Poison

    “ Not often, but when it does happen— “ Delilah trailed off, her look bouncing from Mariel to Jens and then back again. “ Beware? “ She shrugged for effect, tone coy though greatly in conflict with her sharp smile that never relented. Self-assured to a fault, dashed with a bit of haughtiness as...
  7. Jens

    Open Pick Your Poison

    Syr Iramene. Now there was a name. And a question. He glanced down at his glass like he’d just been reminded of whatever he’d forgotten existed altogether, brow arched as he shrugged. “ Fairly, I imagine. As befits a scoundrel as myself. “ He responded, almost smug as he hazarded another swig...
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    Open Pick Your Poison

    “ He gets it. “ Jens remarked to Delilah sidelong, indicating the young man with his drink. Smiling a little wider in turn, fangs bared, Delilah hummed past the rim of her glass. “ Am sure he does. “ The floor gave a groan as she finally pulled herself a stool, parking her arse down on it. From...
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    Open Pick Your Poison

    “ Lucky Ol’ Thom. “ He murmured a touch too bitterly, drowning the sentiment into a swig of his drink to mask what’d so soured his face. Delilah, still standing next to him despite her acquired drink and a vacant stool not a step away, bumped her shoulder against his. He waved her off, assuring...
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    Private Goin' Fishing

    He snickered past a row of sharp teeth, all of them bared as she admitted how ill-equipped this little trip was. No matter — happens, one had to suppose. “ I was thinking something with a lid, more like. “ He confessed In turn, easy amusement sustaining as he shifted over to search beneath the...
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    Open Pick Your Poison

    " Whatever happened to Thom? “ Delilah called to the group past her shoulder, curious if uninvested with how her gaze berely left the barkeep, eyeing the practiced movements. With his new unbidden round poured, Jens held onto the glass with the nonchalant immobility of a man who’d of a sudden...
  12. Jens

    Private Goin' Fishing

    “ Suppose we won’t. “ He agreed, tracing the shape of the small key on the bottom of the boat. “ Someone will melt it into something new, am sure. Once we get back to shore from his damn— “ He trailed off, adjusting in place as Roshan picked up the oars and begun rowing. It was soft going, a...
  13. Jens

    Open Pick Your Poison

    Delilah’s smile didn’t falter even as the stranger extracted herself from her touch, the hand landing on hip that took a tilt in a habitual shift of weight. “ I s’pose. “ She repeated in a bright tone, brows climbing a little in that unattached manner signifying that despite her plans, she was...
  14. Jens

    Open Pick Your Poison

    “ I’m telling you, Delilah, it’s a horrible idea. “ He protested, keeping brisk pace alongside the devahni woman. The smile she flashed was positively luminous in the bright sunlight, steam escaping betwixt dark grey lips as she puffed out an exaggerated breath. “ My— what happened to mere...
  15. Jens

    Private Goin' Fishing

    Seaweed for a snack — Disbelief flickered past his face, his stare averting at where the line sunk to the dark sea so he might mask at least some of it from being so obvious. Each to their own, he had to suppose, though what was that he’d told his daughter time and again — Don’t judge before...
  16. Jens

    Private Goin' Fishing

    The trail of debris from the wreck had scattered the party to all directions, their shapes barely visible in the thick water. The seafloor wasn’t sand here in the cove, but mud, to which one could sink upto one’s knees if he dared. All the hassling, rummaging, searching and other motion of...
  17. Jens

    Private A shallows, a secret

    “ Alive is good. “ He said, a smile in his tone. “ And yeah, one at a time. No other way about it. “ It was commonplace chatter, nothing none of them hadn’t heard before, but it felt good to say. To speak at all, with their backs turned to the noise and the virulent eye of a storm. At the edge...
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    Private A shallows, a secret

    His face scrunched up against the sharp splashes of airborne water, attention perking to the voices beneath the din. And there it was, the lad’s horned head poking out from the restless sea. Not too far, but with a none too secure look about him. “ Hold on! “ A large fin stirred the waves...
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    Private A shallows, a secret

    The lad gave order and Jens heeded, crouched low at the stern and watching as Delilah scrambled over the oarsman’s bench, throwing herself on the floor next to him. She held onto his arm that he’d extended to secure his own balance by the side of the boat, fangs bared in a grimace as the dinghy...
  20. Jens

    Private A shallows, a secret

    “ Fuck no! “ He responded, face full of shocked disbelief like he’d just been told to cut off his own cock and eat it. “ Am not in the business of courting seamonsters — Why don’t you go ask the fucker what it wants? “ The fact that the lad was laughing didn’t help any of his indignation, only...
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