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Post by Vanitypirate on Jun 23, 2017 9:04:26 GMT -8
THE DARKEST ROLEPLAY: TOWNSQUARE
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"You will arrive along the old road.
It winds with a troubling, serpent-like suggestion through the corrupted countryside, leading only, I fear, to evermore tenebrous places. There is a sickness in the ancient, pitted cobbles of the old road, and on its writhing path, you will face viciousness, violence and perhaps... other damnably transcendent terrors.
So, steel yourself, and remember, there can be no bravery without madness. The old road will take you to hell, but, in that gaping abyss, we will find our redemption." --- Here, you will roleplay interactions that take place in the Town Square of the Hamlet, along with surrounding streets.---   --- |
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 16, 2017 17:57:14 GMT -8
The afternoon sun warms the backside of the Abbey's grey and austere bricks. The architecture as grand and lofty as the beliefs it harbored; though many, devout and cynic alike, found refuge there within its sanctified halls. However, it's at this back, set betwixt two buttresses, in a nook easily overlooked and held close to a ledge what would force one to shimmey along it, where two displaced nobles rest in silent, humble and loving embrace. Ironically hidden from the pressing Dark in this cranny, they rested... ... In humble, simple, carnal embrace.[mildly NSFW posts] |
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jul 16, 2017 19:53:18 GMT -8
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"I didn't even laugh, for the record." Tilly scowled pointedly at Lekalis, as she blew a puff of air at his face in an effort to divert his attention, make him look less gloomsome.
"It was your silly bird-woman who was the one to encourage you to climb up the damned wall-door." She reminded him, with some amount of sourness before resigning.
She sighed, and gave a shrug-- or, some strain of half-shrug that one would manage while laying on their side-- as she looked to her lover,
"I've no clue. He thought to attack us all before explaining, mind." She recounted with a cheeky smile, pressing her tongue against that chipped tooth's window as he reeled from the barrage of affection.
Though, that skeleton-- there was a reason she had saved it for last, simply that the story was quite significantly less heroic, less virtuous than the others she'd shared. That timeless evening that still wrought goosebumps and shivers to her spine was one of several memories she best preferred to let remain in dreams.
For all its unpleasantness, she only betrayed it with a small grimace as she pressed a half-gloved palm against the cobbles, feeling the buttress of the abbey pressed against it. She used it as leverage to prop herself up, off against Lekalis' terribly comfortable arm.
"I'd love to, now, if we weren't pressed for time." She gave a contented hum, balancing up to sit upright, but not before planting a kiss on his forehead,
"We'll be missed, and... I'd prefer to keep this between us, our secret. I don't think the others would be quite so understanding." She gave a shaky chuckle before readjusting her hat as she sat up.
Couldn't even wait a week, could you? Not until the funeral?
She busied herself by buttoning up her shirt, slipping the buttons into their respective slits one by one, upwards from the hem to the collar.
"I know a place we could go to, where I used to bathe before you came along with your fancy soaps and baths." She suggested, fixing her collar, for what it was worth; the sweat would still likely give her away.
"It's a small river, a half-mile from the coast. It's a bit of a hike, but I'd say it's a whole lot more subtle than strolling into the abbey the way we are."
She sat up on her knees, so that she might refasten and adjust her trousers to a more acceptable degree, scanning the premises for any sign of her belt.
"I could tell you along the way, show you how to pick the proper alleys to sneak through all quiet-like on the way there." She offered with a mild grin.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 16, 2017 20:18:47 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
His hand trailed away with some longing; not one to be easily left behind, his hand traced down her fleeting thigh to her calf before he pulled it back to his own bare form. Lekalis sat, mesmerized for those moments as Tilly dressed herself, before he realized he’d ‘aught to do the same.
The Ex-Lord cleared his throat and nodded, looking about; he spied that signature buckle and pockets and sloop, for her pickaxe. Tilly’s belt, he knew, so he picked it up rather simply, though with more grace and flourish swept up to her legs. Kneeling, now, he held himself precariously at her hip; in all but submission to her haste, he pried down those leather trousers of hers and gave a final kiss to that beloved pink above her sex, before looking up to her with a wink and smirk, before seeing to fastening her belt and trousers properly about her waist.
“Later, then… Suppose I wouldn’t want to spoil all my tricks in our first waltz.” He mused whimsically, looking away with risen brows to the distance, as though he saw such copulating opportunities flit away to that distant horizon.
He held a little swagger to his shoulders, as he looked up to Tilly as he slung the belt through the last ringlets with some intentional slowness; his face still pointed at her waist, teasing her with that potential dive once again. Though, he only sported his cheeky smirk once again, as he pulled the belt intentionally too tight,
“How exciting; it should be fun to keep it a secret… But not forever, right?” He spoke, despite his sly demeanour, with frightful earnesty.
Indeed, as he slackened her belt, and only fastened it just to keep it good and about her sharp waist, Lekalis stood up and his features were all but bereft of any spinster’s cunning.
He looked to either of her arms, pinching the spare sleeve and tugging it down in idly tidiness; fussing over her look, despite his own rather nude state.
“I… Know I shouldn’t have made my lusts known so… poorly timed.” He admitted, as he brushed back a lock of his own inkish hair, realizing just how absolutely frazzled his braid had gotten from their tussling. Thankfully, it held itself together, loosely, at least.
Lekalis’ eyes looked deep into Tilly’s; ensuring the intensity of his honesty was known to her, by gently guiding her chin to point at him.
“... This is something I should have done so long ago… Had we been alone that night when I bandagedyour ankle after that bloody shitty Ruins run, I would have told you then. Such is how long I’ve yearned for you.” He sported a smile now, and brushed back her hair; seeing to tidying those ensnaring strands, like so many gold binds to his eyes.
“Promise me this: tell me whatever troubles your mind, whatever delights or distracts or maddens it. When it comes, at least.” He chuckled at the rather impossible task, his chuckle only barely broke his smile.
“We can sell the world, but we must always… Always be true to eachother.” Lekalis spake, his brows furrowing as he thought on the moment, his hand falling behind her neck to pull her brow against his.
“I can’t imagine how hard this is for you, but know that I am here for you… Past the end, past it all. I’ll always be here.” He swore, huffing as he took a step back, letting her go.
“But you’re right… we ‘aught to clean ourselves up, I should have some spare soaps and aromas to cover our… well.” Despite his previous dire nature, he gave a teasing hip waggle.
“... Musk.”
Lekalis, quick as an egret turns its flight, sported a jesting smile; his hands splayed out slightly, before he stooped to hike up his pants.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jul 17, 2017 11:32:24 GMT -8
Tilly smiled downwards at him, stroking back the strands of midnight hair that curtained messily about his well-pointed face. She ran another thumb over his brows, too, to smooth them. Though they were about to bathe, she still found it prudent to appear somewhat groomed-- and she much enjoying having her mits all over him, regardless.
"No, not forever, surely..." She sighed, a bit gloomy, with half a mind to just undo Lekalis' braid and begin again, despite the imminent bathing in the river.
"It's just that: bad timing." Tilly remedied, pulling his braid forward to rest on his shoulder before she made to readjust her own trousers to fit properly on her bony hips, running her thumbs on the inside to smooth them.
"We haven't even had a proper funeral for him yet-- and I still miss him and all, it still hurts--" The words were more raw than she anticipated, and she gave a brief pause. He had promised her his confidence, she reminded herself, so she pressed on.
"Life is so short in this place." She murmured in resignation, meeting his eyes, dark enough to rival his inky-hued hair. She let her own eyes close as she felt the warmth of his brow.
"I'd be a sorry idiot to miss you for the sake of waiting. We have the scars to prove that we came damn close to missing each other, now.
Tilly blinked open her eyes to watch his, and said with a small smile,
"I want to be here for you, always." She confessed, sincerely, and listed off, "And I want to bandage your leg when some bastard skeleton tries to chew it off, and plunder some damnable crypt with you and make off mostly unscathed with pockets of loot. And I want to watch your back when we're tripping over our own feet in the dark."
She kissed off to the side, at his fine-pointed cheekbone,
"And I want to drink wine and eat a fancy steak with you, too." She drew back, only a small fingerlength away, so that she might admire his whole form, "And wash your hair with your expensive soaps and tell stories all day-- and that's not something waiting does justice to."
As he hoisted his pants, she moved her hands to fasten the waistband of it with the buttons, slipping them into their respective slots in the deerhide.
"At anyrate: don't you keep them in your bathhouse? Unless you've got some on hand..." She gave a shrug, "The abbey isn't quite as... eh, covert, mind."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 17, 2017 12:24:06 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
Lekalis couldn't help but feel his heart swell at those devout declarations, though he managed to focus his efforts on reclaiming his simple attire; even as she fastened the buttons of his chaps and trousers, he stooped to pluck up his shirt between his dainty fingers.
He sighed contentedly, raising a brow as she'd touched and caressed his cheek and hair; the kiss, even after so many, sent a shudder down his spine. He closed the respective eye in what may have been a wince, only done in response to nigh overwhelming affection.
Even as she pulled away, his face reflexively lurched forward in pusuit, though he didn't score anything, he smiled at the reflex.
He was glad that she shared his sentiments,
"I'd be a liar if I said I wasn't envious of Him; though that's only up to my own damnable pettiness." Lekalis chuckled nervously; he ducked his face in some shame, knowing full well it was hardly something that was right to say to anyone at the time but... He took a breath and steeled some resolve, holding his shirt loosely at his chest, giving her one good and hard look before he quickly slipped his shirt over his sweaty form.
"I love you..."
He decided to say, as though to affirm it one more time; to seal this coital pact. His hands found hers still at his waist and held them there, squeezing them affectionately, as he brought them only slightly higher, out of decency.
"... You... In this hour, have made me happier than I ever dreampt I could." He loosened his grip, letting her pull away if she wished.
"I... Could say I could die happy now. And I could but, well... I don't want this Life to be short, with you." With that, he gently massaged Tilly's second row of knuckles, just barely hidden by her gloves.
"As for soaps... well." He quirked his head to one side, and shrugged,
"I do have some sticks of cinnamon, some lavender and wine... I could probably use the sap from the trees, and the water."
Lekalis shrugged cockily, his eyes drifting off in thought, before nodding with some determination.
"I can make something when we get to this... River of yours." He mused the last, stretching with some flirtatious intent, as he meandered to the edge of the nook's shadow, clasping the corner and looking out over the Hamlet in rumination...
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jul 17, 2017 13:54:14 GMT -8
Tilly gave a nod in understanding, if not but a touch uneasy; she knew, herself, how impossible it was for a living man to compete with a dead one. She felt a flicker of nervousness-- she never intended to compare the two-- at the thought of it all: making Lekalis feel at ease, while allowing her own self to mourn.
Indecision, always more indecision, but she smiled widely,
"And I love you."
It was simple, but incriminating: she could only barely fathom the disaster that would ensue, had anyone heard those simple handful of words. She persisted, regardless, comfortable in this temporary privacy, almost sacrilegiously close to the abbey, but she knew yet worse things tht have taken place in its hearts.
"I... just don't know how sustainable this life is." She confessed, hands slipping off from his waist so that she might pluck up her coat. Though, at its sorry state of stainage, she realized that she might much rather tie it about her own waist, rather than slip her arms inside its patchwork stained.
"This cannot continue, forever, at least." She bowed her head, busying her hands with tying its sleeves in a loose knot at her hips, one over the other.
"But I'd much like to spend the rest of it with you."
She took some steps forward, boldly to the edge of the smallish ledge, now that she was fully clothed. She knelt, and dangled one foot over the edge, before sliding down to stand carefully onto the mudsome slope, heels planted firmly into the earth with some level expertise-- her former profession begat a need to navigate difficult terrain quickly, after all, and she was no stranger to mud.
It still looked quite slippery, to her, but they were going to go wash, anyway.
"You've wine on you? I'm not even surprised." She rose a brow, resting her elbow atop the ledge as she watched him, before she extended a hand to ease his own descent onto the slope.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 17, 2017 14:09:31 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"Dreadfully, is your answer: Dreadfully unsustainable." He spoke flatly, almost with disinterest in the matter; as though the grimness of it all was simply below him, an unpleasant smell that would pass... In truth, he knew it would. It had to, he believed with almost manic absolution. His smile warbled at her honeyed words, and knew he was at her mercy when she spoke them.
A mixture of unfounded pleasure and embarassment.
Lekalis eyed her as she approached the ledgely vantage, raising a brow at her rather literal interpretation of waist-coat. He chuckled and nudged her lightly in the ribs, before she set herself down to that slope.
"Damn!" He swore, miming genuine frustration, before he chuckled into an easy smile; "Next time: I help you down." He clucked his tongue and wagged a finger at her as he plomped his busom down onto the cobbles and reached out to hold her hand daintily.
"Derriere first, if you could, as well." The ex-Lord shot her with a flirtsome wink, as he took the brief ledge down and onto the mud: taking a moment to kiss her knuckles before letting the hand rest at his side; but not free from his clutches.
"Hmm, likewise... Spend whatever life this corpse has left, all on you." He ran his tongue over his teeth and bowed his head, feeling his chest swell with newfounded love, he pulled himself close to her and awaited her lead.
"But I'd much rather make my time with you eternal... Say--" He began, keeping his easy smile but he furrowed his brow and pursed his lips in thought, looking to the horizon, then to Tilly;
"-- Do you remember what I said about... Corpses?" He offered a morbid smirk.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jul 17, 2017 18:46:12 GMT -8
Tilly smiled as she took his hand, a simple joy in the hand-to-hand connection. She let her other spidery hand roost at the edge of the ledge, already eyeing the slope down, planning her descent to the lower, sprawling, cobblestone streets that serpentined about the Hamlet's various buildings.
She looked to him sidelong, rose her chin cheekily, and grinned,
"You're quite welcome."
The robber nodded her hatted head, too, already beginning to pick her way down the hill: heel first in short steps, leaning backwards for a more favorable center of gravity.
"I'll let you know the next time we have to drop off a ledge to trot down a hill, hm?" She teased with a small chuckle, making to lead him down the hill, a corpse leading a corpse... ironic, for a grave-pilferer like herself.
She looked to the sky, in thought, but purposefully averted her gaze from the looming shadow of the Estate, perched so high on its own hill like a bird of prey.
"I remember." Tilly nodded again. "A bit of it, anyways: how we're both dead no matter what?"
She paused and squeezed his hand.
"You don't feel very dead, to me-- it's why I'm worried."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 17, 2017 18:59:25 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"Mmmm, aye... I'd thought us dead folk walking, only here 'cause we'd aught else to do but march until our heart's gave out." He remembered quietly, even those dire words, he kept his toothy smile about him, looking off and away before looking back to Tilly;
"But... We've also rather... literally rubbed our little corpses together, unknowingly like kindling to a flame, and I feel... I feel we've spark."
His features dowered a little, his philosophies and metaphors not something he was wholly sure Tilly'd take as sincerely as he did. He spake as though he were admitting some deep, dark secret.
But, he did his best to restore some dignity by squeezing Tilly's hand, brushing up against her shoulders as they descended from Abbey bricks, to the muddy slope, and now struck the Hamlet's winding paths and streets with their bootheel.
"I... Don't feel dead anymore. I don't want to die anymore... I can't." He spoke earnestly, an intensity that implied he was more trying to convince himself, than anyone else.
"After this expedition, I'm going to ask the Heir if I can construct a District; my own Bathhouse and Board. Maybe act as a proxy for other heroes, give them food and home and hygeiene in exchange for a percentile of their gold and... and..."
Lekalis huffed, conceding to his own anxiety, looking down at her hand, he rubbed his thumb along the knuckle of her fingers again.
"... I don't know: would you be willing to help me with it? Construction, handling the money and hirees." He shrugged again, still offering a kindly smile, as his shoulders brushed against his Only, looking to her with due humbility.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jul 17, 2017 21:02:27 GMT -8
Tilly's free hand patted instinctively for a pocket to burrow itself into, security and warmth braced against the air. Finding none, it rested itself by hanging off the crook of its thumb, off of her belt.
She listened quietly, padding softly behind him with their hands intertwined. She wriggled the fingers locked with his, to keep the blood flowing. Her eyes flitted to him, sidelong, and she watched his mouth move as he spoke.
"Don't you worry, though? What it means for the others...?" She probed, walking along; she listened to the beat of their bootheels against the street's stones.
"I'm afraid of... you know, about our other corpse-friends, marching them on with our bitty spark." Tilly shrugged her bony shoulders, eyes downcast. "Moths to a flame, and all..."
She sighed, a slow breath in and out of the chilly air.
"I've never really... experienced wanting to die. I've seen a handful of other poor sods try such a thing." She thumbed at her belt, in lieu of pockets to fidget with.
"Sometimes, I feel like it'd just be easier on them, though. Them and me, even." Tilly confessed in kind, "But I'm still... a touch nervous about the whole thing, death; I've still got things I'd like to keep up with, myself."
She hazarded a quick smile in his direction,
"Things like you and this fancy district I'd love to help you build." She swiveled their held hands so that she'd gently rap the outer side of Lekalis' thigh.
"Though, that takes a worrisome chunk of coin. Where'll you get it from?"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 17, 2017 22:04:45 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
His eyes seemed to widen, gleaming first with surprise, then joy as she spoke; precisely his own worries, and thoughts. It was... miraculous. He couldn't help but let himself fall evermore in love, his smile splitting into an unfitting toothy spread.
"I do!" He started, with almost too much excitement; it was apparent to himself too and he visibly had to reign in his jubilancy on sharing his thoughts, for once.
"I... mean, I do." He restated with some more respect and dignity,
"But I fear having someone else march them on more than I fear leading them on myself." He explained with a smile, rolling his wrist in an idle flourish near his cheek as he looked ahead, focusing on walking for the time being.
He relished this quiet moment, as they meandered along the cobblestones of the Hamlet streets; the Gothic Stick architecture, this funnel, it was as though they had their own world...
"... Me neither... Not rightly. I was just... I've just been ready for it, you know?" He admitted, his features sombering up as the weight of the words seemed to catch up to him.
"I lost... So much, you know? My Lands, my people... I swore to protect both when I became a Lord: and I tossed it all away because of a whimzy." Lekalis spied a loose pebble and looked to Tilly, smiling as he slid his foot just a hair above the earth, sending the pebble flying off ahead.
"But still, I won't make that mistake again..." He paused, looking to her as they came upon the stray pebble again.
"... I've got my own bitty Queen this time, too.", Lekalis chuckled and bumped his hip lightly against hers.
"As for my little kingdom: I'll work on it slowly... I spied a few abandoned lots behind the Tavern, broke down from when that Swine-beast wrought havoc. I'm sure I could purchase it with a little more than... Maybe six... eight thousand bits of coin? Depends on how much wine and silver tongue I wag at the Heir." He shrugged and chuckled with a nod, feeling utterly blissful to speak so happily and freely.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jul 18, 2017 0:16:44 GMT -8
Tilly, with some amount of incredulousness, watched his grin unfold. She couldn't help but mirror his smile with one of her own, both out of surprise and appreciation for his pearly whites.
"You'd think being ready for it would also mean accepting it?" She quirked her head, her free hand reaching to touch the wide brim of her hat, shifting it so as to tilt it away from her face.
"It takes a sort of brute force to make it so far, here, without faltering."
She walked along, eyes flickering sharply to where the pebble had been mercilessly kicked, fleeing at a bounce on the cobbles from Lekalis' booted toes.
She smirked briefly at him as the closed the distance to the wayward pebble, before sending it skittering off with another decided kick of her boot, directing it straight ahead and in the path of Lekalis, safe away from any dangerous gutters..
"I don't know a single person who's here out of a good decision." Tilly gave a quiet laugh at her own realization, though that could've also been from the hip-bonk-- not with impunity, as she gave him a light bump of her own hip, its sharp boniness somewhat mitigated by the coat tied around her waist.
"Hmm..." She closed an eye in thought, tapping her chin pensively. "It'd definitely need some sprucing up, surely; help the customers forget the swine-beast was ever there. Perhaps a garden? Some quaint flowers?"
The buildings dwindled as the two walked, shrinking in size and growing in distance between them as the street turned to a path, a scattering of cobblestones meant to at least serve somewhat of a footpath.
"But, tell me, you don't want to die 'anymore'?" She pursued, with a twinge of fear as they walked along.
"Have you... ever wanted to? When?"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 18, 2017 5:19:44 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
The pebble clacked on ahead, and rose Lekalis out of his rumination on how best to word what he'd meant; only to realize just how difficult that was, if not utterly futile. Though, he wasn't one to concede to futility.
He kept a small smile about him, even as his face drifted to pensive thought, and he kept the pebble going with them; though it became rather difficult as the stones became more sparse and the mud, thicker.
"I suppose it's... Coming to... To realize that we're all gonna die. I was set to perish; something that was strange to me. I knew men died, that comrades and friends and lovers died; but I never came to grips that I would, or even could." He tried to explain, gesticulating with his hand as he admired the subtle shifts of buildings, from shuttered, to abandoned, to rubble. It seemed, for all this Estate's corruption, Nature still eroded civilization tirelessly.
Lekalis shrugged, laughing a little at the queer shift of tone, though he supposed he was to blame for that. He liked it...
"I would love that, a garden... My Father's keep used to have an orchard garden of apples and Lady Tulips, imported from Persia... Khorosan, the like." He mused with a little hum, tapping his chin at the thought. It would undoubtedly brighten up the Hamlet; indeed, fresh and luxurious crops such as apples and perhaps carrots or the works might help those little moths.
Then her ending query, he supposed he'd talked himself into this situation, as ever. Even still, he looked to her, pleased, smiling with both dignity and some sadness.
"I suppose I lied, a little... I did want to die, briefly, when all of my folley seemed to just... Settle in." He shrugged, looking off and away to the path Tilly led him on; he could feel the sensation of a river nearby, perhaps subconsciously hearing the flows of water.
"It was my first bath here, and I just-" He chuckled, shaking his head before running his fingers through his inksome locks, pushing back some stray black strands from the everloose braid.
"-Just thought, 'Why even bother..? It's all gone.', you know?" Though he'd spoken with some strength and honesty before, it was rather plainly tumbling down, like the ridges near a muddy brook.
A small sniffle, and a terse rub on the back of his sleeve across his nose, and he sighed. His voice had grown a bit shaky, and he gave a little laugh before shrugging, his eyes a bit rheumy.
"I'd poised my sword at my heart, but couldn't do it... Lavinia came in, and I decided that- Ah, That I wasn't gone." He nodded, clearing his throat,
"And the people that wanted me, needed me, weren't gone either."
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jul 18, 2017 9:35:51 GMT -8
The trees waxed as the Hamlet's outer buildings waned, and some crumblings of a wall dotted the marshy landscape between the foliage, manned by a slothsome man in light armors here and there, on guard against the surrounding dark in this late afternoon.
Tilly ceased her hand swinging, letting them lay limp between the two. The squirming of her fingers, too, respectfully ceased-- she fiddled with the other hand, running a thumb over the stitching of her belt over and over, soothingly.
She chose to forgo the pebble, too, in face of the oncoming mud and dirt of the approaching woods, not yet bearing the taint of the Estate's corruption that the Weald displayed.
She found it odd, for someone of his sanguine nature to have considered such a thing. She supposed that, for as long as she knew him, he always seemed damnably untouchable: all blows were glancing, and what should have been a fatal attack was only an inconvenience.
Though, that was likely the intent, considering all his talk on his cloak and the guise of invincibility it afforded him.
"Why, thank heavens for that." She sighed, bowing her head. The hand that was not clasped with his moved to rub on his nearest, poofsome forearm, rubbing it gently with loose fingers up and down the limb in some attempt to be soothsome, in the face of a rather dire topic...
"There's a bit of alchemy in this... making something out of nothing." She hummed, watching their boots walk in turn, hers with her buckle and his with the fancy cuff. She had since veered off from the cobblestone streets of the Hamlet, instead treading on wetted ground, likely in the proximity of some body of water.
She looked upwards, and indeed spied that river up ahead, smaller than she remembered. It was more akin to a creek, serpentining around bends and hills in the landscape in its effort to stretch its current all the way to the Estate's coast. The water ran clear, due to its unstagnant nature, and reflected the low-hanging sun where the canopy of trees broke.
"Finding something out of nothing, when we really shouldn't have anything." She smiled, nudging his poofy shoulder with her own padded one.
"Funny how people do that to you, yeah?"
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