1. Dove

    Private let the winds take 'em

    It was easy enough to find Dove. But namely- because something definitely was wrecking her internally after the affair. Clumps of white feathers were fresh, jagged, like serrated bits of white glass ripped fresh from skin. There's a stagger, and sharp turn in the path, so soft- paying no care to...
  2. Dove

    Private let the winds take 'em

    The presence was warm, and forgiving. Wanted, perhaps a bit too much- a bit too quickly. Almost greedy, her hands wrap unconsciously around the deva's, her thumb curling into Vyn's palm, a soft shake. This shouldn't be scary, it should be rejoiceful. Liberating. Yet- her heart beat. And she felt...
  3. Dove

    Private let the winds take 'em

    The group sat before the fire. Some anxiously giggle and chittering between each other. Others trembled. Dove sat quiet, her eyes scanning the horizon, worried and wary, as if there was an enemy waiting over the hill, threatening to take her wings. Meanwhile the leader of this ritual raised...
  4. Dove

    Private let the winds take 'em

    "..." There was a way Vyn existed that made Dove feel safe. She could be literally living in a world without a sun, and yet, as long as she could feel the deva's figure nearby, she'd be brave enough to explore it. Once again, Dove reached for Vyn's hand. But this time, she held it, her fingers...
  5. Dove

    Private let the winds take 'em

    "Kinda." It was quiet. "Fasting was a practice. We believed that sometimes to remove the darkest parts of ourselves, we had to 'starve' it out. But, lately, I've been thinking about it. Because, I learn things here. New ways people do things, see things. New ways to lie, or change things...
  6. Dove

    Private let the winds take 'em

    Dove shrugged. "Oh, I dropped the salt shaker in it." A shrug. "Which, means I will probably have to get more, wherever we go next." She chuckled a bit. "You know, oddly enough, I never cooked with meat until I became part of the Elum, did I ever tell you that? We often ate grains.. rice...
  7. Dove

    Private let the winds take 'em

    Like always, the acceptance, the promise of security that Vyn provided Dove warmed away a great deal of her anxiety once it was delivered. Her feathers perked a bit. She reached for one of Vyn's hands, catching it for a moment and giving it a little squeeze, before letting go. It made her...
  8. Dove

    Private let the winds take 'em

    "It is one of the new ones!" Dove's voice rose, slightly defensive, expecting her to lash out. A strange deduction all things considering. "You know, that small family, the one with artists. The ones that made that funny little store that sold.. 'cursed' things?" Dove pointed out. "Jem was with...
  9. Dove

    Private let the winds take 'em

    Breathe in. Breathe out. Her movements seem still, save her fingers, which anxiously twitch and intertwined with the tips, the electricity of her hidden anxiety manifesting in the sudden jerks of each join. Her shoulders lay slack, her feathers close, but her eyes seem to flicker as if she was...
  10. Dove

    Private let the winds take 'em

    Dove stops for a moment, paralyzed from the withdrawal. Why did she do that? That was wonderful, warm! She wanted that- wanted that so bad.. She could almost imagine the heat on her lips and the taste- the comfort, the scent. And for a moment, remorse overwhelmed her. Her movements stiffen, and...
  11. Dove

    Private let the winds take 'em

    Her body jerks a bit, instinctive response of a surprise tickle. She giggles a bit, shirking shyly. "Pfft. Naughty. You know better!" Her hands tease the bottom of the shirt, a reflexive comfort, her eyes cast away with a lil bit of a blush. Complication welled in her chest, cold flicking into...
  12. Dove

    Private let the winds take 'em

    The moment Dove heard the pack in the ground, her shoulders raised- not in fear, but it excitement, the feathers of her crest stretching to the sky, filled with energies, those brown eyes lighting up with the tiniest bit of pink. She twists around, swinging her body towards Vyn, practically...
  13. Dove

    Private let the winds take 'em

    Time had passed. And it brought storms, and washed away. And in it's wake was the soft growth of change. It was hard to believe that a few months ago, she was but a withered fledgling, feathers stained red, dirt crusted in her hair, handing her last coin to a sympathetic, tired inn keep...
  14. Dove

    Private Cashin' that paycheck

    Dove was not one to pry too deeply (unless she was drunk. Or scared. Okay, maybe she was a little bit of a pryer, but there were good reasons, usually!) And in this moment, she used the welcoming warmth, the way Vyn's face couldn't win against their smile. It was a happy moment. Something that...
  15. Dove

    Private Cashin' that paycheck

    Her hand fully tightened, and interwined- a weave so simple, yet felt like it was forged with steel, Dove's hand around Vyn's. She leaned forward to get a better look at Vyn's face, her lips curling into a cheeky grin- "Oh- oh! Do I see a smile trying to escape? You should let it, you know!"...
  16. Dove

    Private Cashin' that paycheck

    "..." There is a silent pause, as Dove took in the information, her gaze following Vyn closely. The slight changes in the confidence that normally radiated off the deva caught Dove's attention- fine, with needle precision. The dodging of her gaze, the fray of her voice. She didn't need to stand...
  17. Dove

    Private Cashin' that paycheck

    Dove grew very shy- being asked to give the hat a name. She tried to reach behind the hat to better stare at what she perceived to be it's face. But it seemed almost as if her hand grabbed hair. She could have swore she grabbed the fabric of the hat, but it slipped again. "I'm warning you! You...
  18. Dove

    Private Cashin' that paycheck

    With a firm nod, she shook her head and turned her gaze towards the hat. Those doe-like brown eyes blinked at the hat, her head stormy in thought. This was quite a serious decision after all- letting a haunted cowboy hat into one's life. The folds of the hat seemed to curl in return, as if a...
  19. Dove

    Private Cashin' that paycheck

    "..." The healer seemed to perk up a bit, her feathers of course still on the rise, but not in a way that suggested fear. Rather, it was that kind of energy that seemed to make the light in Dove's eyes bright, and her feathers ever shiny. Her face curled into a soft, almost shaky smile. Because...
  20. Dove

    Private Cashin' that paycheck

    "..." Was it Dove? Was it Vyn? Was it the slightly comical sight of the little quaky birb trying to keep their fiesty pit demon friend from fighting? Who knew? But the moment led to a confusing mixture of expressions between Vyn and Dove. Back, and forth. Back, and forth, before finally, he...
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