1. Walter Thornley

    Private Stillwater

    Walter listened. Quietly drained his goblet, sip by sip, but his eyes never left Aelius' face as he felt the other man unravel, slowly but surely. They sat barely two steps apart, but he could feel that aura turn dimmer as tears begun to flow. He swallowed his. Set the empty goblet aside...
  2. Walter Thornley

    Private A Vulpine Refrain

    The sun was setting. It yellowed the outlines of the roofs, the cranes at the docks, sent narrow strips of brightness between the crates and the mice slinking in the dark at the warehouse. The hazy ripple shivered on the water in runaway blinding splotches. Walter looked down onto the bustling...
  3. Walter Thornley

    Private Stillwater

    There was a noise, swallowed down almost into nonexistence. Not of protest. Walter sank into the embrace without resistance, as if the fight left him at denying the pure want - Aelius', his own alike. He raised hands to the back of the taller man's arms, touched above the elbows, rested...
  4. Walter Thornley

    Private Stillwater

    "The Captain-of-Just-Under-A-Thousand - that you've been interested in getting stabbed by since day one - would beg to differ, I'm sure," Walter murmured, a breath of a chuckle landing once his lips closed. The tension in him was ringing through his nerves, and it felt paradoxical that he was...
  5. Walter Thornley

    Private Stillwater

    Walter didn't look at Agatha. Well, she was right, whatever that expression meant. He did want to... A part of him, wanted to run until he was weak enough to get eaten by something strong enough to manage through his desperate last stand. An elaborate suicide with extra steps. He has rendered...
  6. Walter Thornley

    Private Tindercreek and Tillvale

    Genevieve scowled, but moved her finger away from the grooves at the trigger. She shrugged too. Work was work. Besides, the kid was suspicious. Only last week, there had been a wraith that burst into mist as soon as she passed the gate under the guise of a woman from the Shieldbearers. That...
  7. Walter Thornley

    Private Tindercreek and Tillvale

    "We's we. Me and my-family. People in old armors came, they took what the Tindercreek have. Lasted them half a year, over the winter. Then they came to us. Said they were in the war." She mumbled, and cast a cautious glance at the Huntsman with the crossbow. "The gate lady's watching. She has...
  8. Walter Thornley

    Open Surely we'll sing of no little thing

    Has jealousy tinted the slightest corner edge of his mind when the attention of the lad turned to Agatha. Fingers furled ever so slightly around the base of his small goblet and he lifted it to his lips, humming non-commitally to the sentiment. Looking away. Smiling to himself that slight, soft...
  9. Walter Thornley

    Private Tindercreek and Tillvale

    Cracked nails, dirt stuck underneath. So reedy thin it made the heart shrink. Her eyes were large and grey with specks of yellow that made them look bogwater-green. She lowered her eyes to the ground, digging at it with the toes peeking from under the rags her pretty aproned cotton dress had...
  10. Walter Thornley

    Private Stillwater

    It was simple mathematics - he was not being defeatist, he was being factual. Numbers was a favorite game of too many a lord who did not wish to bother to use tactics, terrain or maneuvering. Walter shrugged one shoulder, remembered the person he picked that up from, huffed through the nose and...
  11. Walter Thornley

    Private Tindercreek and Tillvale

    "Said what I said, foxman. Day and a half by horse," Genevieve whispered back, quickly stringing words together while her eyes flicked to the campfire at least twice. It didn't seem like the woman was lost, more like she was aware of a number of things the situation might turn out to be, and not...
  12. Walter Thornley

    Private Stillwater

    "Right." Walter finally caught his breath, and hindsight hit him. "Bad time." He lifted a hand to his eyes and rubbed them, head ringing and skin clammy under the clothes. It didn't take a toll, this time, but it left a frigid mark along every vertebra. The faint residual traces of Shroud...
  13. Walter Thornley

    Private Stillwater

    "Walter..." He could hear the footsteps before they entered the home, the same as he could hear Reginald's, the gate familiar and two more unknown. Agatha has arrived. For all his intent to be free of victims should Aelius attempt to burn him before he took that strength at inception point...
  14. Walter Thornley

    Private Tindercreek and Tillvale

    The afternoon shivered in collective dreary. Drizzle fell from the sky. A thick fog crept into the folds of the clothes, weighed them down with a chill. Today of all days in particular, the smell of old fires was wafting over from the end street east of the gate. Almost a month has passed since...
  15. Walter Thornley

    Private Stillwater

    "Didn't you say a few days prior that other weavers were only borrowing Ko's power, while it was bestowed on you? How do you tell the difference?" Walter shrugged. He was a godless heathen already, nothing much to lose in terms of respectability. There was a sigh full of patience, slow...
  16. Walter Thornley

    Private Stillwater

    Walter's lips pressed together tightly. Oh, they were all interesting. Uniquely so. And he loved them, he was certain. It may have not been an ideal depiction of love, it may have verged on desperation, it may have been - 'I don't want to be alone' - but he loved them deeply, all the same, and...
  17. Walter Thornley

    Open Surely we'll sing of no little thing

    Why poison it with unnecessary trouble, indeed. The baron chuckled under his breath - the tallest man in the room clearly had people handling the everyday trouble. He would prefer trouble. Trouble was an old, familiar friend, they spent so much more time together than the room more than...
  18. Walter Thornley

    Private Stillwater

    "Don't get too wild - I can curb the excessive zeal, but, well, I don't see any harm in you doing any work you feel like doing. You can cite my say-so if the commonfolk object, they'll let you." And, of course, Percy would keep an eye on the Huntsmen inside Arpa and they'd keep an eye on the...
  19. Walter Thornley

    Private Stillwater

    The eyes that would have been travelling along the line of collar, up the neck and along the jawline - would find a few paler marks. Scars, who knows how old. A blemish across the throat, large enough to not be immediately obvious by contrast. A much smaller, coma-shaped puncture wound closer to...
  20. Walter Thornley

    Private Stillwater

    ♬ Martia's Muses And with that, it was a poignant relief to finally be left alone as Reggie would have to trek all the way around the hill towards the storage houses and the closing stalls. No more ears behind walls, at least for now. To vocally give the man leave would be to announce intent -...
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