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Post by Vanitypirate on Jan 2, 2018 21:17:40 GMT -8
"I... build stone." Karl worked out with some concentration, pantomiming the motions of a hammer and stake with his hands. "I do not like to fight. It is too dangerous."
He nodded, "But yes, stone-making makes one strong." Then quirked his head, and pointed a fat finger at the stew,
"You would like more?"
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Tilly wormed her fingers into the sand, as though to grasp at it.
"I... y'know, vomited. You saw me." She sat more upright, leaning herself into the hand that ran up and down her buttons and away from Lekalis's knee. In lieu of propping an elbow up beneath her, she draped it over Lekalis's shoulder.
"So you can't say you never saw me."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jan 2, 2018 21:30:47 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
A slight stir in his momentus lust, abated as his brows furrowed and a look of mild disgust won out, and he chuckled, nodding, shaking his head,
"Ah... I must've... Repressed that memory." He mused, pursing his lips and stopping his hand on one of the topmost buttons of Tilly's shirt; teasingly playing with it, though it seemed as though his libido was successfully lowered at the prospect of vomit.
"... Why did you fall in love with me?" He asked, the words having such sudden weight, though he delivered them with the nonchalance of asking the weather.
"N-not that I doubt it just..." His eyes glanced up to Tilly's,
"... Curious."
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jan 2, 2018 23:07:16 GMT -8
It caught her off-guard, at first, and her smile faded into something more pensive.
"Hm..."
She was quiet for a long time, leaning her brow into Lekalis's shoulder. He smelled so strong to her nose, though the scent wasn't so unappealing-- it was a pleasant break from the ocean, as it was...
It was some relief to be with him.
"I feel slower, with you. As if..."
She shifted so she could lean more comfortably against him, wrapped up in her arm. "...I'm not thinking of a dozen things at once, with you. I feel like I can walk instead of run. Nobody's made me feel like that."
Tilly found the answer at least somewhat satisfactorily accurate, so she left it at that.
"Why?"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jan 3, 2018 5:16:09 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
The soft sunny skin of Lekalis warmed and sombered as she spoke, his eyes seeming to shut for a moment in feline satisfaction. With a doubly contented sigh, he nodded and he softly toyed with his lower lip, biting it as he hummed then nodded.
His hand smoothed out the fabric and leather covering her boney collar; feeling the structure beneath with admiration.
"The... Circumstance of our Love..." He began, taking a breath as he cupped his hand and lowered it; tracing the outlines of her form in its stark, yet subtle, angles and cuts. He wrapped his arms loosely around the woman's lower back,
"... I'd some small doubt that I'd taken advantage of you, in some regard." He shrugged, craning his neck forward and over her shoulder, speaking softly now that he was so close to her ear.
"Or that you were not in a fair state of mind for me to make my advances so apparent." He sighed, relaxing, letting the dam of his worries flow,
"It seems that... Everyone I've thought to hold close, only ever held themselves. You're the first Love I've had whose stayed close to me through the night, after our heart's be content." Lekalis shifted so he might rest his rest his derriere comfortably on the heel of his foot.
He smirked, at last, as he lightly nuzzled against the flank of Tilly's head; admittedly with the subtext of eskewing her hat so his brow wouldn't be so pressed upon by her brim, like some incessant lover.
"I feared that... maybe it was all too good to be true..." he mused with a small laugh..
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jan 3, 2018 12:21:56 GMT -8
Tilly could feel the allure of sleep again, pressed up against her Betrothed; it was frighteningly comfortable.
It was only the threat of having to meet that diamond-figure again, and of having to fall down that same hole, that kept her awake.
"It... was a bit early, yeah." She murmured in agreement, feeling the swath of crimson silk under her fingers, the mixture of wine and perfume on his person.
She felt the hat shift and tilt on her head, ran some inky locks of hair through her fingers.
"But I knew what I was doing; you can trust that."
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Post by relentless on Jan 3, 2018 17:55:11 GMT -8
"Ay; it's Baltasar. Call me Balt for short, seem a littlr easier for me' brother and others."
Baltasar replied, passing his name on without little value held on his tongue. He moved across the street, stepping into a mixture of footholds accumulating in the mud and adding to it as they moved toward the location.
"You?"
Baltasar inquired offhandedly after a few moments of silence, wobbling his warhammer from left to right, the grip hitting his thigh quick and clumsily.
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Post by Outisakanobody on Jan 3, 2018 18:41:24 GMT -8
"Balt. I can probably remember that." Bach says with a nod. "Bachavelli Mulder. But call me Bach." the merc says as she clomps through the mud, very undeterred by the mire at her feet.
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Post by relentless on Jan 3, 2018 19:26:48 GMT -8
"... Yeah think I'll call you Bach from now on."
Baltasar chuckled uneasily, the house already in sight. He peered over with a squint, a minutes walk away from the humble abode that had been so wrongfully breached.
"S-So! You're a guard like Meriweather, right?"
Baltasar asked, and almost by consequence would the mention of his name make his nose twinge with discomfort, rubbing his temporarily crooked nose that was still healing as he looked up ahead, adjusting his warhammer to the grip in case some foul things remained.
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Post by Outisakanobody on Jan 3, 2018 19:48:25 GMT -8
"Well, not so much. But I have an interest in keeping this place free of monsters. And the people safe. I'm a good Samaritan." Bach says with a chuckle. "I'll gladly help you out, if it's for such noble goals."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jan 4, 2018 2:57:34 GMT -8
Tilly could feel the allure of sleep again, pressed up against her Betrothed; it was frighteningly comfortable. It was only the threat of having to meet that diamond-figure again, and of having to fall down that same hole, that kept her awake. "It... was a bit early, yeah." She murmured in agreement, feeling the swath of crimson silk under her fingers, the mixture of wine and perfume on his person. She felt the hat shift and tilt on her head, ran some inky locks of hair through her fingers. "But I knew what I was doing; you can trust that." /Lekalis/ "...You don't regret it?" He asked somberly, pulling back; more for some measure of respect and pacing than anything. His eyes looked back and out to the dawning sun over the ruddy waters of the ocean's grey with some distaste. He'd hoped to be well and on the path some hours ago. Lekalis' gaze snapped back to Tilly, moving to unbind themselves from their enraptured mess of limbs, "No, of course you don't... Why would you?" He chuckled, with a cheery hum, "When has anyone, ever, dared doubt a dashing devil such as myself?" he sighed with ego, moving a hand to run through his inkish locks with a flare of teeth. "I Love you..." He let the phrase linger, before clearing his throat, shifting and making to stand, "... But, Courcy holds it not for either of us, should we tarry yet another hour more." He smirked, nodding and patting his lap. |
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Post by black379 on Jan 4, 2018 7:30:04 GMT -8
"That's alright." Courcy shook her head as she picked up the bowl again for another bite. She glanced to the door, though she didn't really expect Blood to return soon if he hadn't already.
"On second thought, I would." Holding the bowl in one hand, she raised her mug in the other and chugged the remainder of its contents. "And some more to drink too. Thank you."
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jan 17, 2018 17:21:16 GMT -8
Tilly watched him part from her and rise, drift away and such.
Glancing to the churning, grey sea, she found the prospect of standing and spiriting off to the Cove to subject herself to more danger once again more than a little daunting; this time around, with so much to lose on her last expedition, it was as though she invited fate to throw something malign underfoot.
Her eyes followed the rolling sea for a moment more.
"And I love you." She spoke easily, and looked to him with a sliver of a toothy smile, before making to stand, mentally shaking off the malaise like water.
She reached for his hand, and stepped in the direction of the harbor, as though in her haste she wouldn't betray her own unease at the impending proposition,
"I... think this next expedition's gotta be my last, thinking ahead."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jan 17, 2018 17:33:19 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
With a funny smile, he cocked his head to one side and squinted at her; skeptical of her decision though the happiness came in the smallest of twitches in the corners of his mouth. Like a ray of sun held at bay by a peachy line of clouds.
"Bhah, truly?"
He blurted, with a chortle and nod as he clasped both his hands around hers and aided her in her standing. His head bobbed to the other shoulder, casting an innocent glance upwards,
"Not to the... Love you. The Expedition; It would be wonderous! I'd... You could learn to make soaps and odours with me! And, of course, I'd happily know you're cozy at home and not at the whims of some awful's killing-stroke."
The Ex-Lord mused contentedly with a nod, though, paused and squeezed her hand with some due affection; his heart almost visibly aglow behind his cuirass, his features sobered from glee to sympathy,
"You'll... Be alright, won't you? I've known men to falter in the homestead when the fighting's done and over with..." He still seemed to be rambling in his own mind.
"... I'll be here for you, if you need. Or if you need me away, I'll be away; you must tell me so." He explained, his words spilling out like wine through a choked neck.
"This will be wondrous." He assured with less blissful high and more grounded logic. His eyes honed on hers as he leaned forward, naturally, unknowingly.
"... Though, why?" He seemed to realize, his brows furrowing again; this time in thought.
"Goat for your Thoughts?", vainly accenting the last to rhyme.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jan 17, 2018 17:33:31 GMT -8
Karl's ruddy expression broke into a wide smile, and he whisked the mug and bowl away on a venture to refill them with their respective contents.
"You must-- Courzy!-- tell us of what you fight!" He called over the ruckus, the laughter and the shouting as he ladled stew into the wooden bowl.
"Fighters have very good stories."
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jan 17, 2018 18:24:09 GMT -8
Tilly drew a more hesitant smile to mirror Lekalis' jubilant grin, in part due to the incessant, brewing nausea, but also to the prospect of what lay ahead.
"'Course I'll be alright! I haven't got a choice not to, no." She assured, nodding, looking back to him cheerily, consciously fighting back the more intrusive thoughts of more unfortunate outcomes. She swung their interlocked hands gently; the distant roar of the ocean in her ears.
"It was bound to happen, anyways; I don't think any mercenary dies of old age, y'know? And... I've got more than just myself to look after now." Her other hand, as usual, smoothed out her coat lapel-- bereft of any patches, it still retained its original blue hue. She laid it flat against her shoulder, perhaps a touch vainly as the sea breeze still blew at it.
From afar, she examined her hands, wrists, arms which had grown capable through adversity, learning to give more than take...
In truth, it wasn't until the premise of more domestic and quiet work was brought up did she treasure their effectiveness with a brief flourish of pride: she had become good at her job, if anything, with a spot of luck if one could call it that-- it took that much to survive as long as she did.
And here she was, willingly relinquishing it.
"I'll... figure something out, at anyrate." Her fingers squirmed like worms as she fit them into her coat pocket, letting the other idly swing with Lekalis's. "...Maybe some guardwork, or I could teach other folks how best not to die. So I don't go soft and such."
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