1. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    That goading little barb about the coin looks to catch Osytha hook, line, and sinker. “Alright, alright— point taken.” She scoops up the pouch, pulling its drawstring tight and tied closed before going to secrete it deep within her pockets… before realising she no longer has her usual array of...
  2. Osytha

    Private Country Roads, Take Me Home

    The knight cries out upon seeing Xen bound on ahead; “Oh-hoh!” she crows. “You want that we should fly, eh…?” Well, Forbs can’t take to wing — but he can still be fleet as the wind itself. Osytha hasn’t put him through his paces as much as usual on this particular journey, what with Xen going...
  3. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    It still sounds like a talent to the badger; to see untapped potential and bring it forth with desired effect. This little glow-up is just a trifling example — a much stronger one would be his business enterprise. Osytha would not have imagined such an unconventional commodity to yield such...
  4. Osytha

    Private Country Roads, Take Me Home

    “There, lad — see? Nowt to fret over.” Osytha delicately guides Forbs’ head-shaking, snorting movements into an agitated walk back and forth across the road, while her soothing voice threads its magic through his flattened ears. “’S just a big, friendly cat. Big enough to take on a bear. And who...
  5. Osytha

    Open Emergency Ordinance

    As she listens to Monroe, the mare’s frantic, anxious heat begins to recede. Watching her dawnling’s face grimace in pain, hearing the laboured way she speaks — Osytha finds her own troubles suddenly tempered by a cold wave of shame. She’s not the only one with problems. She swings her head...
  6. Osytha

    Private Home Away From Home [M]

    However light his fingers at her jaw, the thumb upon her lips; there’s no denying Momo’s pull. With him near enough for his warmth to paint across Osytha like sunlight, and the apex of his desire resting against her belly… she’s starting to get there. “I want to take you apart so thoroughly that...
  7. Osytha

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope [M]

    The breath catches in Osytha’s chest. Hector doesn’t pull away, doesn’t voice any revulsion, even with the warmth of her obscenity dripping off his fingers. He’s seen her reduced to something animal; graceless, mindless, braying her need up to the sky. Squirting filth into his palm. And he’s...
  8. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    “I do not condemn your curiosity, I was just wondering what its cause was. I think… it would be nicer if more people took leaps into the unknown. Though, I doubt most would take it as well as you.” No, probably they wouldn’t. Then again, Osytha always has been a bit of a queer duck. Those...
  9. Osytha

    Private Country Roads, Take Me Home

    Imagine that — turns out banter only makes Xen more brussen. “And what if I did?” she cackles out, taking her sweet time slipping free of buckle and belt; delighting in the perceived abashedness on Osytha’s part. Badger’s frankly impressed. In this parky weather? Most folks would be rushing to...
  10. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    “But pubic hair…? You either leave it on and let it burn and ruin the taste, or you sit there and pluck out every hair.” Osytha spares an upward glance from her efforts with the chest-wrap. “That so?” she marvels, before tucking her chin down and making the final pass. “You know, I learn all...
  11. Osytha

    Private Home Away From Home [M]

    Momo gives Osytha her wish: hands wrapped at her hips, his slender fingers drinking up the contours of her body. He doesn’t press hard, doesn’t grab… but, it’s enough to feel that perfect fit from the other side — how perfectly his lap cradles her in it, how perfectly his hands lock around her...
  12. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    “That’s a little un-sexy, you know.” Osytha follows his gesture toward the tan hosen dangling from her hand. Not the well-fitted, fine, colourful long stockings so valued by nobles wishing to show off the fine form of their calves (and, admittedly, the kind Osytha also wears when in her...
  13. Osytha

    Private Hush, O Babe

    “It wasn’t. Real, I mean. Just a dream.” “Yeah. Ah— Ah kens that. That’s not…” Osytha sighs, hanging her head low, to catch its weary weight in her palms. “… Et feels real, is the thing. Even after Ah’ve woken up an’ realised, Ah can still, still feel et…” Seeing Lilia and Akke today, though —...
  14. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    That slow, exaggerated wind-up of Rois’ hand has Osytha a little trepidatious at first. It feels a bit too reminiscent of the tortuous movements from when he’d wrapped her fingers around his throat… and as she watches through a frozen smile now, a part of her honestly has no idea what’s coming...
  15. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    “I was going to go buy the biggest sword I could today just to piss you off.” Rois is met with a bark of laughter from out the dark; the wan figure before him, palest of all in the shimmering stripe along her crown, turns her head aside as she pictures that sight. Three-quarters? No, try taller...
  16. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    Farming? Noble? People on both sides of that particular line would have Opinions on hearing it called such, but Osytha holds her tongue. She knows what the kids actually mean, and their heart is in the right place. That’s what matters. Gods — now there’s a though. She would pay good money to...
  17. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    Osytha just lifts a hand slightly toward Fel, palm forward in a placating little gesture. Don’t worry about me, it says. Then disappears into her handkerchief for one last, thorough wipe-down. “They en’t nobodies.” Her voice has little affectation — no anger to it, exactly, nor any of that...
  18. Osytha

    Private Preparing Providence

    “What allowed Syr Osytha to land their solution there?” Hazel-green eyes flit between syr and sword-saint. “I don’t—” stops short, snagged on some annoyance. Tiny shadows gather over Esota’s furrowing brow. “How am I supposed to know that already?” “Try anyroad,” comes Osytha’s riposte. “Let...
  19. Osytha

    Private Home Away From Home [M]

    Gods, he— that goddamned hand above her hip, driving her to distraction. Osytha wants to feel him on the other side, too — wants to feel caught between those hands, helpless, his fingers digging their desire into her flesh. When Momo gives her that little squeeze there, she can barely keep from...
  20. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    “Oh!! You have a big family too…?” “Not really, only—” “Hræfn Leah is a pretty name… like a place in a fable.” “—er, well, there’s a tale about how—” “… Is your brother single? Because when I’m older—” “—he, um, sorry, he’s got a—” Donk. Osytha’s brow rises in sympathy on seeing that...
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