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It began just as expected. Aelius was almost never turned down - so the lean in to his touch, the eyelids lowering, the soft... -
Aelius of the Dawn replied to the thread Private Stillwater.It began just as expected. Aelius was almost never turned down - so the lean in to his touch, the eyelids lowering, the soft... -
And there it is. Scrambling to pick up fallen stone to reconstruct a shattered mask, when given an inch an inch was just enough to get... -
The hand was warm. Walter stood there, quiet, for as long as the touch lasted. He could say a lot of words, to everyone who was hurting...
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He did not expect this day to be good by any means. But he certainly didn't expect it to be this horrid. Aelius had to keep reminding...
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The figure on the street watched the house go up in flames with Aelius still inside it. Beyond the flames' roar, an exclamation from the...
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The hand on Aelius finally made him tear his eyes away from the horror of it all. He peered sidelong at the other man as he entered, the...
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The baron caught that all-too-quick reply. Did not smirk. Did not huff. Only his eyelashes lowered, gaze turned away from the radiant...
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As the pair walked, the sun tried to pry its way through the clouds, but either the gray was too strong or the will of the sun just not...
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Rois Sinclair replied to the thread Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts.And there it is. Scrambling to pick up fallen stone to reconstruct a shattered mask, when given an inch an inch was just enough to get... -
The mask was familiar. He wore it every day, and he knew that the currents of fear ran deeper than the flame could reach. So the flame...
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At the other's correction, Aelius visibly relaxed, tension leaving his shoulders as if just the thought of being unable to heal someone...
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He saw it. The momentary yearning. The affront that followed. The revelation was no more than a shadow on the wall, but coupled with...
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That expression, no matter how fleeting, did not go unnoticed. He wondered who or what that pain was for - the sick and dying? A poor...
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His eyes lingered on the hands touching the face of the patient, gently guiding their convalescence with gestures that had nothing to do...
