A fire blazed hot inside the house, and Kalt went outside. Longnight was approaching for the second time since they had come to Cairo, and he was soaking in all of the time outside that he could. Though, admittedly, he was getting restless in their house. Staying in the same place in the middle of the settlement around everyone else… It wasn’t exactly ideal, and he decided to bring it up to Ashe when the weather started warming again. Hauling himself easily onto the roof of the house, Kalt settled, dusting the snow from the place where he sat. He blew into the air, his breath clouding in front of his face, as he grinned with a child-like amusement. The science behind it was simple, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t entertaining. Kalt laid back on the roof, his eyes closed with his hands behind his head. His knees were bent, rather than extended straight like they usually would have been, as the roof was slick this time of year. The last thing he needed was his relaxation to be interrupted by an abrupt fall. Although it would've been funny to anyone who happened by. Then again, not many people ventured out at night during deepfrost. They were probably smart not to do so, but his survival instincts were high, so laying on his roof didn’t seem like such a big risk. He sighed a long breath, pushing himself to once again sit up. He eyed Kysma in the paddock behind the house, and she tossed her mane, snorting at the snow, making a short chuckle escape him. He pulled a small flask from his pocket, tipping it back for a small sip. Had to have some way to keep warm in the frigid nights. His eyes drifted momentarily to his right hand, entirely bare for the first time in years. He wasn’t wearing gloves simply because he was expecting Ashe to join him any minute, but his ring was also absent. It left him with a particular kind of naked feeling, but strangely content. Not like it was lost; just in his pocket. He didn’t want to wear it tonight... |
I’m Where I’m Meant to Go
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Medic / Alchemist
Age: 38 | Height: 6’ 1” | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 3 - Strg: 9 - Dext: 24 - Endr: 12 - Luck: 6 - Int: KYSMA - Mythical - Unicorn (Superspeed)
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09-06-2019, 03:22 AM
Messenger
Age: 28 | Height: 5'0" | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 7 (lvl 3 Attuned) - Strg: 10 - Dext: 27 - Endr: 19 - Luck: 14 - Int: PERCY - Mythical - Unicorn (Superspeed) SOOT - Regular - Wine Spider
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09-06-2019, 04:39 AM
ASHE She was reluctant to get up at first. Ashe lay in the small, comfortable bed in the room across from her own, her arm draped over the softly sleeping form of Theea. She rested with her nose against the little girl's hair, her finger still gently stroking over her brow. She had fallen asleep a while ago, but she had stayed. She told herself it was because she had to be there to be sure she didn't wake with nightmares, ones of the storms. Eventually, the heat of the fire in the other room made it hot enough for the slumbering, living furnace in Ashe's arms to push away, grumbling softly without waking. She left the girl be after that, and walking through the silent house and rubbing feeling back into the arm Theea's head had been on. An ever present tug within told her where to find Kalt, and wrapping herself in her cloak, she left the shudders open a crack behind her as she clambered up onto the roof. Her breath clouded in front of her as she hauled herself up, finding Kalt sitting with his back to her. She paused, crouching in the snow at the peak of their roof and looked across at him, smiling crookedly. "It's fucking cold," she complained as she rose to walk her way across the slippery roof, her feet nimble and sure as she balanced her way to him. Her hand slipped over his shoulder, brushing her chilled fingers under his collar and over the back of his warm neck with an amused glint in her eye, as if to prove a point. She glanced down to the paddock where Kysma played, and her chest tightened. Percy was here somewhere in the Hallowed Grounds, but he had outright avoided her these weeks in her return, and she'd yet to find him. He was a proud stallion, and no doubt felt abandoned by the rider he'd chosen to trust and bond with. Her eyes moved up toward the sky, promising herself she'd search for him again in the morning. "I didn't realize that I missed seeing the sky until I made it back," she said absently, her eyes dancing over the stars, reflexively going to Vanya's, and the space where Ronin had been beside her. and in this story —
if I am the moon, my darling
— then you are the night.
Medic / Alchemist
Age: 38 | Height: 6’ 1” | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 3 - Strg: 9 - Dext: 24 - Endr: 12 - Luck: 6 - Int: KYSMA - Mythical - Unicorn (Superspeed)
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09-06-2019, 05:35 AM
Messenger
Age: 28 | Height: 5'0" | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 7 (lvl 3 Attuned) - Strg: 10 - Dext: 27 - Endr: 19 - Luck: 14 - Int: PERCY - Mythical - Unicorn (Superspeed) SOOT - Regular - Wine Spider
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09-06-2019, 06:09 AM
ASHE Her eyes stayed on the stars as she slowly lowered herself to sit beside Kalt. A year later, and she felt like she was still learning this new sky. It had become familiar, but it was still strange to think that she had lived under three different skies full of stars. Were they different in every world? Were some burning plumes of fire while others were glittering crystals refracting light? Were they all souls, like Ronin had been, like Aoife's mother was? A tapestry woven by Safrin, perhaps. Clouds drifted across them now, rolling in with the late night, frozen breeze. She didn't look down until Kalt bundled her into him with his tunic, and she settled against him with a content sigh. She was afraid. Things were worse than bleak in Caido, and while Vi's roses gave her hope, she was afraid. But right then in that moment, she could be content. She breathed in his scent as the tunic warmed over her, but it was his warmth she was enamoured with, without it for too long. For a moment, they were in a sprawling city, the night glow of the streets below and their clouded breath rising into the stars. It didn't matter what rooftop. They spent most nights at the top of the Keep, but anywhere in the city would always do. The sound of Kysma below was a firm reminder, however. That life wasn't theirs anymore, thank the gods, and it never had to be again. "Marry me," Kalt whispered against her hair as snow started to fall. It didn't register at first, what he'd just said. She glanced up at him, her brows pulling together, about to ask him what the fuck he meant, because there was no way he meant that literally. Playing with words, making jabs, some bizarre opener to one of his out-of-nowhere tangents on what had recently (as in the last ten minutes) caught his attention... Ashe couldn't get the words out. For deep in her soul, radiating down the bond, she felt it. Her heart thudded hard in her chest, and she looked down as he took her hand, effortlessly slipping on and fitting a ring that had her breath catching in her chest. She stared at it in silent shock, the moonstone gleaming as snowflakes fell around them. "Kalt," she breathed, surprised to find her lip trembling, her eyes prickling. They were never even supposed to be together. All their years together and apart, they were never allowed to, she never dared to dream of a real life together. Now they were here. The knew the truths of their lives, they had their daughter back, they were bonded soul mates. And he was asking her to marry him. She turned wide eyes up at him, wearing a small, dazed sort of smile, not unlike the one she had given him when he accepted the soul bond. "Yeah," she said, her voice shakey and carrying a disbelieving laugh with it. "Yeah, I'll fucking marry you." and in this story —
if I am the moon, my darling
— then you are the night.
Medic / Alchemist
Age: 38 | Height: 6’ 1” | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 3 - Strg: 9 - Dext: 24 - Endr: 12 - Luck: 6 - Int: KYSMA - Mythical - Unicorn (Superspeed)
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Messenger
Age: 28 | Height: 5'0" | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 7 (lvl 3 Attuned) - Strg: 10 - Dext: 27 - Endr: 19 - Luck: 14 - Int: PERCY - Mythical - Unicorn (Superspeed) SOOT - Regular - Wine Spider
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09-07-2019, 09:01 PM
ASHE He kissed her openly and deeply until she forgot that she needed anything like air. She moved into him, reaching up to take his collar in his hands, as if to keep him close. She forgot that she was cold even as snowflakes touched down on their cheeks, forgot that the world was dark outside of this moment. Her head was spinning when he finally parted their lips, and she smiled with a sigh. I love you, she murmured back. Then she barked a laugh, shaking her head before she shoved her hand gently into his chest. ”I’m always right,” she snarked and then nodded as she pulled back to rise to her feet. ”And I’ll stick snow down her back if she ate them all.” The house was warm as she swung herself down through the open window, and as soon as Kalt was in, she shut the cold out behind him. There was a wordless request to him down the bond to check on Theea, knowing she was alright and needing the assurance anyways. She stoked the fire, the orange light gleaming through the moonstone ring that fit seamlessly with the one of their bond. She straightened and leaned the fire poker against the hearth, staring down at it. It wasn’t a declaration of forever - they already had that. There was no wiggle room for doubt in the eternities of love between them. This was a statement of their freedom. Their chains had finally, truly been broken for over a year now, and they were safe enough to do this, they were allowed to have this with each other. Deciding the chair was too far from the fire, Ashe sat herself down on the soft and thick rug just in front of it, stretching into the warmth as she bundled herself in her sweater. Get your ass in here, I’m cold, she thought in a half growl. The fire was warm, but her mate was warmer. She was reminded of blizzard nights in the Keep, lounging before a fire with him in her room, reading poetry, eating whatever they had just stolen from the kitchens. and in this story —
if I am the moon, my darling
— then you are the night.
Medic / Alchemist
Age: 38 | Height: 6’ 1” | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 3 - Strg: 9 - Dext: 24 - Endr: 12 - Luck: 6 - Int: KYSMA - Mythical - Unicorn (Superspeed)
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Messenger
Age: 28 | Height: 5'0" | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 7 (lvl 3 Attuned) - Strg: 10 - Dext: 27 - Endr: 19 - Luck: 14 - Int: PERCY - Mythical - Unicorn (Superspeed) SOOT - Regular - Wine Spider
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09-09-2019, 06:16 PM
ASHE She wrapped her arms around her legs and looked over her shoulder, as he bypassed the livingroom entirely, and she frowned. You’re only forgiven because you’re bringing me food, she said lightly back. And good food at that. While she tended to lean more toward chocolate and other overly sweetened varieties of treats, she couldn’t say no to a fruit filled pastry in the middle of Deepfrost. Fruit was a waning commodity. She tracked him as he placed it over the fire and took his place just behind her, and she wrinkled her nose back at him. ”Make sure you warm up the rug first.” He settled behind her, and she lay back into him with a sigh when his arms closed around her. His lips touched the sensitive skin of her throat, and she was hyper aware of his touch and his breath. The firewood popped and crackled, and she reached forward with her own magic, well within her range. Ashe leaned her head back against his shoulder as she felt the heat of him around her, and the heat of the fire within her magic and soul. It flared a little brighter, a little hotter, and she glanced down to the elk-and-moonstone ring on her finger again as it caught in the firelight. She had changed so much since leaving the Guild, but this, them... they were the same, even after all their time apart. Ashe rested her hands over Kalt's arm, her fingers moving absently over small scars -- hits and near misses, the sort of scars that silvered every warrior's body. "I went and saw the midwife after I got back," she said, quite out of the blue. She bit her lip and suddenly regret it, unsure of why she was even bringing it up. She settled closer against him, keeping her eyes on the fire as it popped with a shower of sparks into the chimney. "I hadn't, uh… had my monthly. Not since before you disappeared." Her heart raced for a moment, and sent a ripple of confirmation down their bond that she wasn't, clearly as Phoebe had pointed out. She was too small for a pregnancy to go unnoticed. She intentionally kept her tone lighter, as if it hadn't been a terrifying, confusing evening. "Turns out I panicked for nothing, and I'm just malnourished." and in this story —
if I am the moon, my darling
— then you are the night.
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