The Hamlet Streets

[Kidney]

Clance stared at the person who offered him a greeting. His tall feathers from his head practically announcing his presence.
He turned, marionette-like, his head slightly cocked to the slide, a broken-toothed smile offered in the man's direction. "Hello, friend."
His voice carried the grumble of a tired man, he reached up and scratched his chin stubble. Rubbing his fingertips on his cowskin coat afterwards.

[Shinzon]

"Judging by your looks, I guess you are indeed", said the tall man with a shrug, before pulling onto his pipe, inhaling deeply, before letting out the smoke from his nose casually. "You don't look in shape to fight, though. Come; you might want to come to the Tavern. That's where most of the fresh corpses set in first", he added with a grin, chuckling at his own joke.
Turning around, he started to walk to the Tavern, making sure to keep at the man's pace. "So, what brings you here, eh? Faith, redemption, gold?"

[Kidney]

Clance let forth a small sigh, followed by a sneer at the mention of "corpses". He moved with the man standing before him, entering the Tavern. "I can fight just fine, feathers."

[Bloodtrailkiller]

Jul 19, 2017 17:49:33 GMT -8 Vanitypirate said:

Tilly was bent forward, slightly, with her hat pinned between her elbow and her flank. Her spidery hands were wringing out a cascade of dripping, golden hair. Her clothes were of the same dampness as Lekalis', save for her hat, which was spared the brunt of the dust and the dirt from the streets and thus did not necessitate a wash.

She let her gaze rest on his, contentedly, as he lounged lackadazily-- as he was wont to do, after all-- against the tree. The way his hands moved and came to rest, so still, in comparison to her own perpetually flitting hands.

Tilly rose a blondish brow as he spoke, and gave a smirk,

"What made you think that?"

She made herself out to sound much more offended than she truly was; she couldn't make herself feel bad at all if she tried. After all, how could the world come down on top of someone with a belly-full of butterfies? With this new spring in her step, she wondered if this, love, was what everyone needed all along.

"Better late than never, I say..." She gave a light chuckle, straightening up as she looked his slim, half-dampened form over. She smiled giddily. "I know how I'll be spending my spare time, now."

She hatted herself, striding onwards to Lekalis as she took up his arm in her long fingers. She snaked her own arm around, linking theirs, and motioned in the general direction of the Hamlet, whence they came,

"Best get going before it gets dark, hm?" She took a preemptive step forward and looked back to him,
"...We can use the main roads this time."

/Lekalis/

With a hum and sway, he delighted in taking the moment to presume the first strides beside Tilly, towards the Hamlet's courtyard, Tilly... his new idol of worship... His smile was spread wide, as he inhaled her delectable scent. Apparent, even above all the aromas. There was a flirtatious cruelty, as he noted her simultaneous infatuation and awkwardness, with that small, endearing chuckle.
"Well, firstly... I hadn't thought those bony hips of yours would be so..." His hum only intensified as he squinted at her; trying to divine some words, it seemed. Though his eyes twinkled with those familiar wulfenite strands: he knew full well what he wanted to say.

"... Supportive." He decided on, dragging the word out like a cat bats along a yarn, as the cobblestones and passes seemed to line the streets with a familiar and increasing frequency. Much faster now that they were not plying the alleys.

Yet, for all his chipper and nigh irrepressible memory... Tasteful, memories... New ones, for once. For all of it, he still felt the Dark sink into him like an unseen monsoon.
"There's not much of it now, is there..?" He muttered gloomily, looking to the mud, wetted between the walking stones. The Flesh and Bone of the earth.
"... It's going to be some time before we can indulge like this again, isn't it?" Lekalis' eyes drifted over her belly, remembering the twin scars that branched in tree... One with premeditated and malicious calculation in the Ruins, the other with... otherworldly designs. Manifesting in intangible terror, that twisted her flesh with fire, the only way for her to have coped with it.
Her chest, where that gnarled fiery scar reached up betwixt her petite breasts; the last whorls of fire leaving off where a lover deigned to spear her proper. In a way, it was relieving; knowing that his gauge of her lovers violent tendencies was not wholly up to his gauging.
He knew he could never do that... Strike her down, strike any newfound fancy down; he had to respect her choice, her mind, if he'd any hope to Love her beyond this mindless infatuation.

Her face, her smile... That daring, unspeakable way she looked at him in that moment of bliss.
"Bloody worth it though..." He chuckled, flicking his head to one shoulder before resting his head on the shoulder closest to Tilly; feeling her hat scrunch up against him.
"... B-but yes, the main roads; the tavern. I'd told Courcy to look for us in the Courtyard proper, though."
He seemed to begrudgingly mention his plans and motions, a hand coming to his temple, massaging it as he felt this lovely stupor slip away with each stride.

[TheSilentRevenant]

//Anyone nearby the Tavern might notice a hooded man exit the tavern.//
As Sebastian exits out of the Tavern, he walks into the town square to orient himself. Then he faces the Heir's manor and starts walking towards it. He exhales slowly as he does light arm stretches as he walks up to the Heir's manor.

[Outisakanobody]

"You think...not a good idea?" Lance asks, a little surprised by that reaction.

[Vanitypirate]

"Maybe a bit of time..."
Tilly sighed, relenting, feeling his wrist beneath her fingers. She toyed idly with his poofsome sleeve, rolling it between her thumb and forefinger as she delighted in his presence.

The low-hanging sun cast long shadows across the cobbles, their figures stretched tall, like stilts. Indeed, the air chilled around them, the hallmark of another day coming to an end-- and in such an unexpected way, too, in comparison to how it began. There was a part of her that almost felt guilty for not being more miserable, all things considered.

She watched him, his sure-footed steps. He certainly appeared much smaller, bereft of the invincibility his trademark cloak wrought. It was a wonder that this place hadn't leeched the confidence from him: his grip was firm, his posture and verbage were still damnably youthful. She envied that confidence: for her, that confidence proved time and time again to be her downfall.

Yes, looking at him now, she was certain that, beyond the wine and the pleasant times she enjoyed with Lekalis, this venture with this man would be her downfall. She knew it, blinking now: this brief moment of bliss, a gasp of air, rarely proved to be permanent. She only prayed that it would not prove to be fatal to him as well.

"But nothing can take away what we've got, mind: what we had. There'll be plenty of time." Tilly smiled at him as he pressed on her hat. She brought a hand up to stroke his hair, as the abbey loomed in and out of view in their arrival to the town's square. She made to work out some of the idle tangles left over from the wash in the river.

"It's warmer in there, at anyrate; I'd wager she'd be in the tavern." She nodded, pausing before adding, "If I ever wagered."

[Kidney]

Tod looked at Lancelot, "Well, expeditions sound dangerous, especially considering how out of touch and tainted those lands outside of this Hamlet are considered to be." He looked at Lance with concern, "I suggest getting skilled people, they need to be good at what they do if you all want to stay alive."
He looked down his feet, "I am a healer, if an expedition does occur, you will find me at the Sanitarium or the Abbey, I can heal wounds, but I hope I don't have to."

[Bloodtrailkiller]

/Lekalis/

The blood-orange glow seemed to only accentuate the gilded locks of hair, still yet wetted from their romp and frollick in the river, he smiled at the shimmer and strands; it took more effort than he cared to admit to keep himself from stowing him and her away into yet another nook, if but to just huddle and kiss, as he found his loins rather aching from the ripe activity of the day.

In retrospect, he'd hardly thought his daliances could ever come to fruition, much less in such a short time. He'd awoken today, with Florence, expecting to end it just so; prepared to expedite on the morrow's eve. And he'd be a liar if he said he didn't desire it to be so; to be back in those rigid arms, and surgeon's fingers, fantasizing about what it would be like if she'd but let him love her as wholly as he now loved Tilly.
It was surely damnable; not just the lust and love he had for Tilly, nor the haste of which it all transpired so soon after the Knight's death. But the fact he still had his heart blighted by that Plague Doctor, the Crowgazer... He felt it such a betrayal, even as much as he truly, truly and wholly loved Tilly, to even ponder at love with another.
Much less truly desire it.

In this closeness, with Tilly especially so, he let his features be honest; no mask of regality or grace, he sighed in rumination with subconscious communication plying their trade.
He brought his other hand about and squeezed Tilly's hand lovingly, looking to her with an ever grateful smile as they trod along.
"Nothing can take away what we've got." He agreed, vowing, as he nodded his head; though his smile widened, and his eyes leered with scrutinizing intent:
" 'what we had'?" He mimicked, guffawing and recoiling in disbelief,
"Come now; naught will take away what we have, had, and ever will have betwixt our hearts, our bodies... Our loins" He cooed the last, giggling boyishly at the implication as he traced a little circle on the back of her palm with his other hand.

They strode in simultaneous step; it was quite nice, not having to lead, nor follow orders. Simply... Going. One with an unspoken flow between them both, though, perhaps spoken... As it was rather plainly declared Love, after all.
He pondered her words, and spied across the yard a few humble folk; a few wearing hoods, one markedly making a show of leaving a tavern in his haggard appearance.
Lekalis shrugged, looking to her with a tilted gaze.
"I'll put my lot with your wager, then--" He paused, leaning in, it was almost pitiful how lovedrunk his eyes seemed to be: his inky pools nigh making little hearts unto themselves as he looked at her so.
"-- Always." He said rather anticlimactically, the apparent lovedrunk state vanishing in a little laugh, ever so signature like red wine rolling over ice and warmed by a gilded sun.

Yet, for all of it, he still felt his mind drifting, a naging logicum of thought:
Check on her... She's worried, alone... Needs you, you need her. He knew it to be so, even as th words seemed to cling like icicles to a roof's hang in midwinter.
"Though, I think I left my cloak back at the Abbey..." He jerked his head to the architecture looming above it all, on a mound of cobblestones, looking over the fallen like a vulture in holy cloth.

"... Prithee, free me from your lusty binds, O` Temptress Tilly, Oh." He mewled in mock mercy, Hoo'ing miserably as he stopped her 'aught but a handful of meters from the Tavern's door; slipping his arms around her waist and pulling her close so he could barrage her face with aimless and desperate kisses.

//

[Outisakanobody]

"I appreciate that offer." Lance says with a big smile. "Truly a man of Light."

[Kidney]

Tod looked down, smiling widely as he put his hands onto his hips, staring off in faked stoicness. He dropped his arms again, "Thank you Lance. I appreciate it."
He looked forward, yawning quietly.

[Outisakanobody]

"Well, i do not feel so gloomy anymore, so I do have to thank you for that." Lance says to Tod.

[Kidney]

Tod continued smiling, "Well, I try to help everyone I can." He looked up at the sun again, "Ah, the Light of day is almost spent. A short Age of Shadow comes."
He laughed, "Please, don't take that very seriously. The Age of Shadow is beyond our ages by millions."

[Outisakanobody]

Lance didn't really understand what Tod waa referring to, but another thought prevented him from asking about it. "You will have to be going soon, I suppose, to meet with your friends." he says.

[Vanitypirate]

"You know: what we had today." Tilly proposed, rocking on her heels as a smile spread. She shrugged her bony shoulders, raising her chin upwards to peer under her hat. "Should one of us get skewered tomorrow on that expedition of ours, we've at least had today. The memory's... something I consider myself rather lucky for."

She beamed at him, admiring the smile, in its brilliance that rivaled that sun, golden in its death throes. Though, she made sure to roll her eyes in some affection way to convey her dissent.

Tilly gave a quick glance to the tavern door; it was broken by his barrage of kisses.

"Fiend!" She whisper-yelled, so as to not draw attention to their rather lovey embrace. Despite it all, she could not help but wrap an arm around his shoulder-- just one arm, so as to still appear platonic. She cast another worried glance around, scanning for onlookers unto this incriminating scene of romance.

"I... suppose I'll set you free." She tapped her fingers along his shoulders,
"Unless you'd like me to go with you?"