1. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    Brinda drained the cup. Eyes shriveled and squint, like lime halves squeezed to the last drop. La tequila quemó algo feo. All the way down. She clacked the cup against the table and coughed some. The house groaned. All wail and shake. Brinda's brow raised. Looked about. Wheezed her way...
  2. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    He smirked when she licked the bit off her lip. "So," he said and eased to her side. A lime wedge in his hand, pilfered from the plates. He bit into it. Gave himself a little jolt. Grabbed another, and tossed it over to Daniyah. Still fire touched from the swigs of tequila he had taken before...
  3. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    "Stray?!" Brinda called back, quick stepped right up to Daniyah. Hands balled to trembling fists. Remembered something. Sharp sting of knuckles, and that hard look in those eyes. Blink blinked and back off. Huffed as she angled away. Grumbled. "I'm not a stray," "Protégé," Garrod said without...
  4. Garrod Arlette

    Private It Only Gets Darker

    Hands he could hardly feel against his skin that burned with a starcrazed fever. Palms and digits hardly there at the very edge of him. Pressing and weighing as they pulled. Tried to contain him. Hold him back from what he needed to do. No time for anything else. Clawed and shredded as he was...
  5. Garrod Arlette

    Dare Chewed up and Mangled

    It was a mechanical process. No sense of joy or pleasure to be found in it. Beyond the sick twist he got out of finding out what happened after the consumption. What happened when the truth of things started to poke, and prod, and pull at the mind of the person who had seen him partake in such a...
  6. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    Brinda. For all her pluck and ambition, wasn't really one to hold grudges. Who was she to judge anyone, anyhow? Just some flea bitten fugee that got lucky. In more ways than one. Lucky that, when Old Jesper came around the Sellers Bridge, her parents were able to strike a bargain with him...
  7. Garrod Arlette

    Open Roads no one remembers

    "Of course its true!" The scholar, Netahn Til' Harcor, put forward. "The descriptions penned in Himma el-Mizra's script matched the ancient records of the old Devahni Empire!" Garrod's eye narrowed beneath the shade of his linen shroud. Bouncing to the steady cadance of the buckskin mare he...
  8. Garrod Arlette

    Open Wicked things

    How in the mirrored hells Garrod had wound up lost in a field of sunflowers was beyond him. Face twisted up in a snarl and growl, all teeth bared and sweat struck. He stomped his way through what felt like the eight bend that would lead to a clearing. Not that he could see a damned fucking...
  9. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    "Fuck," trembled out of his squeezed neck. Apple of his throat there in her grip. Made him laugh, all warm exhale. Blush running ruddy across his golden brown skin. Noses tickling, breath swirling. He could feel her lips just there above his. Hot. Felt her callouses in the press of her hand...
  10. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    Didn't even look down at the wet slap that had caught him. Finger still crooked there where it had played with her hair. Only the memory of the the bind, left bleeding off his skin, as she flick flicked little kicks of the lavender scented stew at him. "Yeah?" He played, finger back to tracing...
  11. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    "Tiempo mas con ti." Chills set to waves across his skin. Ojo grande, y ayi en las legumbres de las venas lo sintio. Like he was every dog that stared at the moon of its eye. Across painted skies, heavy with storm clouds sailing red purpled slips that only carried further the howled up songs of...
  12. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    Stopped there at the edge of the door. Heard the bit of poetry that carried across the bathroom floor, all whisp of a raincloud. "Ay, mujer, de luna mas querida," he said, sonriendo tranquilameente. No thought for the strange blood under his missing eye, the ruin of his shirt, oh El temblor de...
  13. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    The sound of bootfalls echoing into the old ruined haunt. Kept his back to them. Cold lightning corriendo como telarañas down his skin. Swirling up his breath. Nothing said. Just the quick sink of a cuchillo filoso, slicing through chiles crujientes y frescos con su pico. Stung the lungs. The...
  14. Garrod Arlette

    Dare Chewed up and Mangled

    Garrod raised his single brow at the freshly dead stag. "Well then..." half caught between amusement and distaste. "The shroudwork's going to make it taste like shit," he pushed out with breath between his teeth. Working himself up with a grunt. Wobbled some on his legs. Pain lanced up his...
  15. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    It was strange. Seeing her freeze up. Cold as a rock pulled out the river. Thoughts of limon y sal lo cachetiaron con cilantro across his face. Little stings. Old hurts. And a shameless red wink of flame. He let his hands slip. "Oh. Do I?" A nod. Shameless as he was. "Como la muerte,"...
  16. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    Sinns old hat thwumped down on Brindas head. "Hey!" She called out under the hat. Hand already going up to take it off. Her back pressed to the old blue door. She grabbed the cap, took it off and watched. Garrod took up the hem of his shirt. Ripped it hard down the middle and grabbed one of...
  17. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    All rush and eddy. Felt fingers scratch where a hunter's callouses trailed over neck, through his hair. Grabbed what she wanted. Pulled him in. Hot and heavy into the press of lips and click of teeth. Rough rasps and sweet bites between the gasps. The push of tongues, the pull of teeth sunk...
  18. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    It was hard to hear the sound of crunching footsteps through the hard thump thump beating between his ears. Todosangre caliente entre las venas. Dentro de los huesos. Face still managed to blush, despite the bleeding, and the cold chill that spread through the spine when steel sank down deep...
  19. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    A cough that tasted like acrid ash. Mountain smoke. Fire from the belly of khurun itself. Laced with the heat of chipotles. He tried to breath, his missing eye bleeding fresh new tears of offrenda. Smattered across the cobles. The Storm Techichi spun about. Little all claws skitter clack...
  20. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    The eye of green flame but turned more gleeful. Shimmered, just the touch brighter. As if a stone had been tossed into its banks, and the ripples stirred all the light of it's surface. "Asi, ya ves?" A rumble of smoke from the back of Garrod's throat. "Eso es el respeto que meresco, that's how...
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