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Aelius of the Dawn replied to the thread Private Stillwater.He bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut, his hands clinging to Walter's. Not too tightly - always afraid to hurt someone. "No," he... -
Rois Sinclair replied to the thread Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts.She laughed… so it must have worked! No longer crying, so the spiel wasn’t terrible! And he’d like to admit to himself that he did not... -
The quiet, staggered words caught Aelius off guard; the man had been wordless since that first condemned house, he just assumed this... -
Rois Sinclair reacted to Osytha's post in the thread Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts with
Satisfying.
Osytha stares down at the table as Rois speaks… up until he treats her to his caricature impression of a certain yokel knight, and then... -
Walter Thornley replied to the thread 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... -
In those few moments that stretched on, yet still were not nearly long enough, Aelius could feel how much the man needed something like... -
Aelius of the Dawn replied to the thread Private Stillwater.In those few moments that stretched on, yet still were not nearly long enough, Aelius could feel how much the man needed something like...
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Steam was escaping from the spout of the pot nestled on hot coals. So quiet had his watch been that he started at the call come from... -
The last light of evening was already bleeding out across the harbor when The Vagrant came into town. He did not arrive by road or... -
The Vagrant replied to the thread Private A Vulpine Refrain.The last light of evening was already bleeding out across the harbor when The Vagrant came into town. He did not arrive by road or... -
Aarno replied to the thread Private Snow Melt.Steam was escaping from the spout of the pot nestled on hot coals. So quiet had his watch been that he started at the call come from... -
The sun was setting. It yellowed the outlines of the roofs, the cranes at the docks, sent narrow strips of brightness between the crates... -
The sun was setting. It yellowed the outlines of the roofs, the cranes at the docks, sent narrow strips of brightness between the crates...
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Walter Thornley replied to the thread Private Stillwater.There was a noise, swallowed down almost into nonexistence. Not of protest. Walter sank into the embrace without resistance, as if the...
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Osytha replied to the thread Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts.Osytha stares down at the table as Rois speaks… up until he treats her to his caricature impression of a certain yokel knight, and then...
