1. Osytha

    Private Country Roads, Take Me Home

    Osytha bores holes into the messenger’s back with her stare until another wind in the road takes him, and his horse, out of sight behind a turfy howe. She’s not the only one; many a pair of yellow eye follow that urgent movement from their places of rumination across the hills, though their...
  2. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    While inside a suite but a couple doors further down the corridor… Silence. Stretching on for two, maybe three minutes here and there. Occasionally broken by gentle little sounds; the soft shuffling of paper, or creak of a chair beneath shifting weight. Or, a faint and despairing sigh — that...
  3. Osytha

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope [M]

    The dulcet rumble through Osytha’s ear feels more beehive than voice, all maddened and maddening buzz. “Work me like one of your long feather quills.” But then, Hector’s words are just another sensation pouring through her — each which pale to the relentless sting of his fingers. Even if she...
  4. Osytha

    Open Choose to be Chosen

    At Esota’s other flank, the big dawnling’s counterpart ushers her big grey in a little closer. Near enough that Osytha’s voice can carry over the relentless percussion of heavy hooves, trundling wain-wheels, and scandalised reprimands from possibly the world’s most curmudgeonly vampire-hunter...
  5. Osytha

    Private An Antidote for All Abnegations

    She stares back at him. Speechless, in the first few seconds under Sabinian’s razor glare, something approaching shock in her own stunned blue eyes. Like when Kenneth had smacked her on the head when she was twelve, the first time getting walloped there in a sparring match, and she just…...
  6. Osytha

    Private Hush, O Babe

    Osytha glances down into her mug, where some barest hint of her reflection stares right back from the low umber tide. ‘Want’? She doesn’t even know what she wants. Nor what she needs. Everything’s far too jumbled already, mind frantic, getting in the way of herself… maybe she doesn’t need to...
  7. Osytha

    Private Home Away From Home [M]

    “Picking, I think. I would hate to deprive you of the pleasure of demonstrating your expertise.” “Reckon tha coud’st go back to scathin’ honesty, Momo?” Osytha retorts. “The sarcasm hurts even worse, somehow.” They stop beneath a wizened old tree, where the promise of gold-skinned and...
  8. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    Osytha blinks back in surprise at the two faces. Then she smiles, recognising Feliene — a glad expression, if slightly marred by awkwardness at being unable to quite pick which one of them is the lass she’s met before. “’Ullo, hens,” she offers. “Nice to see—” THUD *click* “—you…?” Osytha...
  9. Osytha

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    She doesn’t watch them go. Sets her eyes back upon the little weasel, but she can picture it. Krava all cocooned up protectively in those big fluffy arms, helpless yet so precious. Looking for all the world like a formless larva being carried to safety by a dutiful worker ant. “I’m sorry, syrr...
  10. Osytha

    Private Country Roads, Take Me Home

    Gentle as it is, Xen’s little jab elicits a pained groan out of her companion. Osytha feels the all-too-fresh ghost of that truly awful bender — but especially the days-long hangover which had haunted her after. That rye isn’t sounding as appealing as it did a second ago. “Reckon I’ll keep...
  11. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    ‘Unfair’? She doesn’t think so. Not when it comes to a life-and-death matter like this. It’s not at all unfair, in Osytha’s estimation, that she would want him to take this as seriously as he can. She’s been there too many times herself, when being good enough with a blade has meant being able...
  12. Osytha

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    The motivation for Osytha’s fear is shared first as a vivid piece of mind’s theatre, something from a night which has been carved deep into the great stone slab of her memory. A miserable, drizzling night at the White Port docks, when drowned had swarmed up out the tide in such numbers to form a...
  13. Osytha

    Private Hush, O Babe

    Something about the single-mindedness with which Innis pores through those notes makes Osytha’s chest tighten up even more. She’d normally be glad for such a dedicated second pair of eyes to catch out anything she herself might have missed, and for Lilia’s sake, they do need that kind of...
  14. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    This time, she doesn’t flinch away. Osytha turns her head to Rois, her eyes darting briefly to the abrupt motion of a hand toward her face, then over, looking into his face. She feels the tickle of his fingers against her hair, hears the self-satisfied tone in his voice and further sees that...
  15. Osytha

    Private Home Away From Home [M]

    That damned grin. Telling her everything’s alright, and oh, how Osytha wants to believe it. Problem is she also believes what else Momo’s told her, even the parts he didn’t mean to. She believes in the unease he hasn’t been able to shake off just yet, and she believes he’s right in that if there...
  16. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    “Well…” Osytha considers this, finding the distinct taste of hubris upon what Rois seemed to have posed as a rhetorical question, “… in a way, you’re right — learnin’ how to use a sword is relatively simple. It’s learnin’ how to fight someone with it that’s the hard part. That part, you never...
  17. Osytha

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    Guffy grunts and squeaks with excitement as Osytha’s hands reach forward to accept the relinquished pup.“Art tha a feisty radish?” she croons. The wriggling, neck-licking answer she receives is certainly an emphatic one, whatever its meaning. “Mun Ah be chuckin’ thee into t’ pottage now, boyo...
  18. Osytha

    Private Country Roads, Take Me Home

    COUNTRY ROADS, TAKE ME HOMESequel to A Little White Lie Mi casa es tu casa. Winter is slow to release its grip, this year. Hochtar began with sleet and torrential rain, stymying the waxing sun’s efforts to see in warmer days, budding trees, sprouting grass, and colours of swelling life. Even...
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  19. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    “Ee… beg pardon.” The knight takes a sheepish toke, still mostly working it with her mouth than her diaphragm. “By ‘allus’ I mean to say ‘always’,” she explains, smoke semaphoring out to ride the shapes of her words. “As for ‘Owd Nick’, that’s, er— you know what, maybe let’s unpack that one...
  20. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    “Uh… you’re going to choke.” A warm, amber sprite dances up right before Osytha’s eyes, heat instantly suffusing against the tip of her proud nose. “Do not… take a long breath in.” Little puffs. She draws with her mouth rather than her lungs, first, enough to get cigarette’s end cracking alight...
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