1. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    Heart thumped like thunder at the ends of her finger tips. All of him gathered up. Pulled to her want. Searing. Dripping. Sweet promise all along the edges of him. Could smell it full swirling in his breath, even through the lavender oil, and honey soap. Her scent. Filled him like it belonged...
  2. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    Breath felt like steam pouring through his teeth. Fingers squeezing and pulsing, squeezing and pulsing. as she went on... teasing him. Pulling out a roll of wicked laughter with the sinful shift of her hips, and the knowing smirk on her lips. Had his breath all flutter of wings when her leg...
  3. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    The drag of her hand tracing down his scars, over his chest. That bite where his own sword had nearly sank into his heart. Down over ribs that had been broken. Shattered. To such pieces his breath had crunched. Hardly felt her hand tug on his belt. So dizzy with the tingle and spark of all the...
  4. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    "...You wouldn't be asking," The kiss of cool silver ring in his ears, cutting through the warm swirl of a voice like so much milk and honey in the dark hot brew of his mind. Cinnamon and spice, prickling at his skin where the chain ran down him. Over him, and all the scars he bared to her. Had...
  5. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    Like stars popping soft against the roiling cosmos between them. Swirls in the trail of her finger tips. Callouses struck white and hot across grit and scruff. Pads ran cool and clean where the jaro had kissed them, left warm paradoxes of reds, and greens in their traces. All pulsed to blues...
  6. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    For all the warm spend of his flesh, the whisper drag and scrape of her heels and toes across old wooden floors, worked through his ears and down his spine like the sweetest friction. Reminders that she was there. In his old house. Moving through the halls. No ghost. Flesh and blood he had...
  7. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    A groan through grinning teeth. "Baboso, ahogado, toadstool." he laughed. Winked, and wobbled. "Am I sensing a theme, bruja?" 'Mantente vivo, cazador' Pulled his eye to the fancy catrin. A little salute in turn, fingers to brow, and a smile all burned down torch. Till a warm breath kissed...
  8. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    Dragged the breath right out of him with a swipe of her thumb. Cool trail there in the wake of the strange mess that eked out of him. Warm of a sudden, for want of that touch and so much more. Slack as he was in breathless awe of her. "Very much so." A laugh. Warm and warbled. "Well, aren't I...
  9. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    It was an instinctual thing. Shivers up Garrod's spine at the cold whisper that breezed hot against his ear. Had him ease. Curl toward her, smile small, and clumsy. The whole of him soft and tender. "Brayan's nobody you need to worry about. He's also... retired." Mornshackle. Glory. Too raw...
  10. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    There was that moment. Where the wind stirred, and the world stopped, and he could feel the spin of khurun threaten to throw him out to the very stars he had envoked. Glass mirror behind his eye, stinging as their breath swirled between them. He had hurt her. But she was here. Showed up at...
  11. Garrod Arlette

    Dare Chewed up and Mangled

    Wiped the steaming blood off his mouth with the back of the wrist that was still his. "Lost it," he said through huff of breath. Felt his bones crack back to place. Felt the marrow stitching. The fibers threading. Pulling taught. Stitch after pain filled stitch. It is almost done, Oh Bearer...
  12. Garrod Arlette

    Private Brought Low, Killed Hungry

    "A griffin," Brinda, spoke up. Atop the saddle of her smoke colored gelding she had taken to naming Dunsire. "Doesn't seem quite right, does it?" she was a young girl with a streak of white hair dashed across the crop of mousy brown curls. One arm ended in a stump just above her elbow. Still...
  13. Garrod Arlette

    Private It Only Gets Darker

    "No shame, son. Get up." Bit down on the inside of his cheek. Couldn't taste anything save the iron of the flesh. Grit still about his tongue. Pieces stuck between his teeth. Shame? The orkin grabbed him up. Like a doll. Propped him on to his feet. Careful and ginger, like he was some...
  14. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    Her hand in his. He pulled her up. Too eager. Too clumsy. So that she thumped against him and all the mess that he was. Little laugh on his breath as he curled to her. Face still a wreck of dried tears, and the oily strangeness of the arcoiris. He was slow to coil his arms about her as he rocked...
  15. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    Soft, easy touches. Fingers through his hair. Callouses nicked scars. Scraped across tension, like a reminder to breath. Pressed like promises, that it would be alright. Even after they had fallen away. He could feel their wake spreading over his skin. All raised hair and sparks. Rubbed his...
  16. Garrod Arlette

    Dare Hunter of Hunters

    "Get down!" "Fuck," the curse choked off. Knife edge turned, leg slipped out beneath him as he hit the deck. Fleshbolt pinged-squelched-smashed against the wall.Wriggled and bounced. A huff through silver scarred throat, run long across its width. Up he went, knife still clutched in left...
  17. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    Wisdom passed from knowing lips to eager ears. While a ghost in his own bones readied a few more dishes. It wasn't that he was nervous. Or afraid. He just wanted to make sure things were as close to perfect as they could be. Sinns loved crowds. Parties. Feistejas and making sure his guests had...
  18. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    "Yeah, teach him some manners, Brinda!" A laugh, clicked through the proud grin that bloomed across the kid's face. And Garrod couldn't help but smile along with the ugly glee. A laugh, bubbled up from the pit of him. Lifted his head up and let out a cackle. Brinda's eyes dart to him. Wide...
  19. Garrod Arlette

    Private Legends in Waiting

    Brinda laughed, grin cheese eating as the name she had come by. "Glory," voice all fog across a gold coin as the faces of strangers smiled and cheered. Hooted and hollered. The way their eyes twinkled and glittered. Raised their glasses and laughed. Swept up in the spell the Lady Lark had...
  20. Garrod Arlette

    Private Legends in Waiting

    Disgusting. The word stuck in his side like a thorn. All the more for how true it was. "Bloody bard," he muttered as he watched the songbird lead Mouse away. Gentle and easy. All golden toned and honey stepped. He could see how the girl looked at her. Big eyed and full of wonder. Like Anira...
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