Shared Borders

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Michael Villiers

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Shared Borders
« on: October 01, 2018, 10:42:37 PM »
There was something about the sight of his house that always sent a little thrill through Michael. It was a nice house, befitting his status, his bride, and the possibility of their offspring together. It had a nice garden, in his opinion, although others might call it too chaotic. It had nice trees, and the beginnings of a nice little fence that Michael had been working on for about eight months and was only now almost complete. It was more for visual peace of mind than anything else, after all. Anyone walking down the path would know the edge of his land from the communal space simply because he liked to walk it.

Frequently.

But the nicest part, the best part in Michael's opinion, was inside the house, doing whatever it was that she did when she was out of his sight. He'd know soon, of course, coming up the walk. It was easy to track the fresh lines of her activity in their shared space, kept just enough his that the clutching part of himself didn't mind her handprints all over his things.

He ascended the steps with care, not trying to stalk but not actively broadcasting himself either. As neutral as he could make himself, walking up to the open door of his own home. What interesting lines they'd drawn in the sand.

Michael paused at the topmost step, attention moving from one corner of the entry to the next, cataloging. Sometimes there were little surprises, changes to take account of. Craft treated rain coats moved from one set of hooks to the next. Cloth left on lines to dry, inside if the day had been too wet. Bars of sunlight caught on the handles of gardening tools, and a quick glance over his shoulder confirms some disturbance in the soil.

He worked his way through the house like that, pausing at each door way becoming shorter as he narrowed in on where his spitfire war bride was. Michael was a man of patterns and observance, and he'd had her long enough to know at least the broad strokes of her rhythms.

Which was why he slowed himself when he came upon her mending, shifting easily to lean against the door frame. No doubt she had felt him through the house, or heard him, but there was something about watching someone at a task that Michael could sometimes find fascinating. He supposed he was lucky that Keavy so frequently caught his attention, otherwise their cohabitation might have been less bearable.

"And what have we busied ourselves with today, hmm?" he asked, tilting his chin down. Almost coy, maybe playful. Maybe she'd indulge him, add another spark of brightness to an already brighter day.

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Keavy Villiers

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Re: Shared Borders
« Reply #1 on: October 01, 2018, 11:25:22 PM »

In the pack everyone’s house had been home. That way of living between one house and another had instilled in Keavy the idea that home was a fluid thing. Not really tangible, since it could be anywhere, or nowhere, depending on a person’s perspective.  The quiet house she lived in now was pleasing. Tall palms cast their shadows on the roof, ushering out the worst of the heat. There was a garden that might have grown vegetable if she had known how. And a path that led up the lane to the rest of the world.

If she had chosen it she would have loved every inch. But she hadn't so it couldn't be home.

Sometimes- usually when she had been alone for a few days- Keavy could pretend that wasn't true. Could almost trick herself into thinking it was home enough. After all, she'd left her marks in every room. The quilt on the bed was of her own making. She had skinned and cleaned the rabbits that were bleeding into the kitchen sink in preparation for dinner. There was a wardrobe with dresses just for her. Opening the doors and windows to let in the sharp summer breeze had her nearly convinced. All the deep scent of warlord prince eased by fresh air.

But every time she was on the cusp of feeling comfortable he came back. Keavy’s nose twitched even though it was his psychic scent she sensed. Boots on the stairs and in the hall a moment later. Bending over the bundle of clothing in her lap she focused harder on her work. He had been gone some days. She never counted how many, because then she might get concerned. What kept him away she hadn’t even had opportunity to ask.

Like a feral cat he had only come around long enough to leave meat at the door. Better than dead mice in her shoes, she supposed, but the similarity was glaring and Keavy had never been a fan of felines. She hoped now, that he was only dragging himself in for a proper meal. Or a bath. She didn’t want to think about where he might be doing that at if not in his own washroom.

But alas, he was here for conversation it seemed. Looming in the doorway a while before fully entering. His question hovered on the crown of her head a moment while she tucked the hard corners of her temper away. It didn't matter where he had been, or with who.

I have been sewing up the torn hem you walked off these trousers.” Keavy answered in an accent unchanged by her time on the island. Looking up at his smirking face she made one of her own. Lips nearly pursing before she hissed down at her work. Needle pressed through the fabric and into her thumb. ”What you get up to, Me-kale Villy is between you and Mother Night.”

She pointed a finger at him for emphasis, the thumb on the same hand popped into her mouth. A drop of blood sucked away so it wouldn’t rile the warlord prince. Her warlord prince, she grudgingly thought. ”Where have you been, anyway?” She thought she knew. He smelled like his sister’s stinking Craftwork.

Michael Villiers

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Re: Shared Borders
« Reply #2 on: October 02, 2018, 09:29:22 PM »
His eyebrows crept up his head, lips parting slightly, almost showing teeth. Pleased but not surprised by her response, Michael eased forward, forehead pressed against the wall. Pivoting farther into the room, then easing back, flirting with the idea of entering fully. How close did he want to be to her needles, her needling? How much space to give her, just now?

Partially stilling, Michael brushed his knuckles against the wood. He felt settled enough to push forward, but not yet. He'd draw the game out a bit, if she didn't fuss too much.

He scrunched up his nose at her mispronunciation of his name, used to it, partially, but still not particularly enamored of it. He much preferred the way she spoke of other things. "I'm sure Mother Night appreciates my attentions," he said, eyes going from her needle work to her fingers. He caught the corner of his lip between his teeth, resisting the impulse to take her hand and look at what he knew to be barely a drop of blood on her skin.

That she was fixing his pants brightened the edge of that irritation, but not so much as the joy he felt at poking the thread of animosity that never quite seemed to fade between Keavy and Perrine. "The temple, the grounds. Visiting," he wiggled his eyebrows. He could let Perrine remain at the temple with the peace of mind that he'd be able to find her again.

It was difficult to hide if one was dropping by randomly, after all.

"Maybe the market later. With company, perhaps." After all, when was the last time Keavy had been out of the house?

Keavy Villiers

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Re: Shared Borders
« Reply #3 on: October 02, 2018, 10:52:57 PM »

At the edges of her vision Keavy could see him rolling against the doorjamb. It made her want to hiss ’in or out!’ the way her aunts had when the children had played such games. It was his house, and he was a grown man that could do worse than hiss back. So Keavy minded her mending.

Until he crossed the bridge first. Broaching conversation in that half serious way she never knew what to make of. ”Careful not to court her too closely, or she’ll call you to her sooner than you might like.” Keavy warned. Some might have even assumed she wished it. But that would be a lie, these days. In the beginning, sure, she had thought of changing in the night and snapping her jaws around his throat. As a woman she wouldn’t stand a chance, but as a wolf she might have been quick enough.

That had been useless bouts of temper, though. No. Keavy knew better. When Michael died she would be worse rather than better. It wouldn’t mean freedom, just another change to her circumstances. Which were less than she had dreamed of as a girl, but not so bad as some.

”Thought you smelled bad.” She answered his dancing eyebrows. Turning her face back down to her stitchwork so he wouldn’t spot the near laugh on her lips. It turned to a snort that tickled her nose and made her cheeks red. ”Was a very long visit. Something very interesting there?”

It wasn’t quite a challenge. And Keavy didn’t quite want to hear his answer. But she couldn’t stuff down her ego. Was there something- someone- more interesting at the temple? What happened to her if he grew bored of playing house?

Wetting her lips she tucked a stubbornly stray curl back behind her ear. Trying to decide if his market talk was an invitation or a warning. Too soon to tell she decided. Inviting him closer with a subtle gesture instead of words. Feet tucked in tight to the chair she sat in. Freeing up the armrest for leaning against. Or sitting on. ”There are still rabbits in need of cleaning. I tended most of them but the ones you brought last night haven’t been skinned yet. If you’re going to the market salt for storing them would be a good investment. She’d only set them in the cupboard with a preservation spell for the time being.

Michael Villiers

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Re: Shared Borders
« Reply #4 on: October 03, 2018, 09:50:46 PM »
"Isn't the danger half the fun of it though?" he asked, eyebrows back up and sliding further into the room. Without the wall to press against he found his fingers tapping against his hip, switching back and forth between rhythms. Maybe he would pick up mending -- no his stitches would be terrible.

He snorted at her consideration of his scent. Perrine's psychic smell was something as familiar to him as the sun, and he could no more turn his nose up at it than he could his own. It made sense that she wouldn't recognize it immediately. His visits to his sister were frequently book ended by either leaving or returning, and plenty of time to wash himself besides.

"Perrine has returned." He didn't bother to hide the shadowed edge to that declaration, anger still stubborn coals at the memory of the duration of her absence.

The cloud passed though, Michael's attention turning back toward Keavy and her mending, pleased by even the faintest sounds from her. He watched her cheeks heat, just a touch, and the way her fingers pushed back against wayward hair. Eyed the open arm rest with consideration, electing at last to bridge the final distance and alight upon it, caught between leaning and sitting. Easy to get around, if her barbed words turned into sharper actions.

"The market can be distracting," he said, peering down at her neat stitches. "So many people. So much to buy." Maybe even something that would catch Keavy's eye, that Michael would be pleased to give her. He was feeling generous, mollified and pleased with the state of the world once more. Why not spread that satisfaction, even a little.

Keavy Villiers

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Re: Shared Borders
« Reply #5 on: October 04, 2018, 12:12:50 AM »

”Hmph.” Keavy sniffed primly. Eyes taking a long blink to hide the way they rolled. Of course! Of course he had been in some sort of tisy over his sister. In the pack there had been men stuck on their mother’s teats, but this- somehow it was worse. They were abnormally close, in her opinion. Having no siblings of her own she couldn’t really judge as harshly as she would like. ”Returned? Is that what had you so miffed? Her being gone?”

It was hardly fair that Keavy had to suffer for the other woman’s actions. Sitting on pins and needles while her husband stalked the border of his property. Not sure what had made him particularly moody. Or if she should expect it to backlash on her in some way.

Days that could have been peaceful without him tracking dirt into the house, had she known what was going on. She was brought from her internal pouting by his shifting a hip onto the armrest. Not frightened, or even startled. She had intended the space for his occupation. But she did sigh into the weight of his psyche so near. Yes, he definitely smelled of his sister.

"So much to buy, this one says, as if he's dripping in marks." Without looking up she hummed at his comments. Still not sure what he was about. Did he want to tease her that he could come and go as he pleased? Was he waiting for her to ask for an invitation? Biting her lip she focused on each whip-stitch her needle made. In and out, in and out. She should have said nothing at all probably. But it just wasn’t Keavy’s way. ”Should I pin a note to your pocket then, like a forgetful school boy sent out for milk?” Did they even have schoolboys on this blasted island? Keavy hoped not. She’d pray that if the day for child rearing came she could educate them at home according to her own preference. What sad mites they would be too. Bound to Paon and its social constructs. Without even the freedom to see the greater world as their father did.

The last stitch was placed. Keavy’s nimble fingers wound the spare thread into a knot that was hidden between the folded layers of the him. She tested the thread to make sure it would hold before snipping it with a touch of Craft. ”There. They won’t be long enough for you to step on anymore. Do you want your shopping list pinned to these, or the ones you’re already wearing?” Eyes twinkling she held up her needle and flashed a smile.

Michael Villiers

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Re: Shared Borders
« Reply #6 on: October 04, 2018, 02:38:08 AM »
Michael allowed his grin to bloom in full, hidden behind her as he was. Part of him wanted to leap, to shout something joyful, pleased at the attention even if it had been born of irritation. How good it was to have his worries drop away, to go back to his bright nettle of a bride and their space. It would ease the lingering tension in him to occupy the house for a time, to see Keavy in their space.

He wasn't keen to admit his own faults, but it had been brought to his attention that he hadn't been particularly close with his bride. It was almost unprecedented, that one keep a woman as long as he had and be only half as much more than strangers. There should be mysteries in life, Michael had thought, but it was true that what he knew of Keavy had been picked up more through observation at a distance, rather than direct interaction.

Still, irritation and attention were easy to read.

"Of course. I dislike mine own being apart from me." He stated candidly. He leaned down over her shoulder, falling in to her periphery. His attention flickered over her face, from eyes to mouth and down, watching her hands. She made mending look effortless, and he wondered if it were only due to practice or because she sought it as a past time as well.

"Enough for us, I should think." His grin returned full force at her jab, ignoring that his own schooling had been in gullies and beaches rather than... whatever Keavy might have been familiar with. "Maybe you can carry the note for me." He suggested, tilting his chin coyly. It wasn't like Michael could lose her in the market of all places.

Attention back to his pants, watching as she tested the seam, the pride in him swelled. What a talented, snarky woman he'd found. It was probably about time he put more of a vested interest in her. Some of his own were people after all, and Keavy one of them. People liked to be found interesting, or something. "And I can wear these out, and show off how handy my Ki-viy is." His grin grew sly, and he went to pluck the needle from her hand, close enough to touch the tips of her fingers.

Keavy Villiers

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Re: Shared Borders
« Reply #7 on: October 04, 2018, 08:45:32 PM »

Keavy wouldn't- couldn't call it envy. It was certainly no such thing- the acidic emotion his words made rise in her chest. No, she decided right then, it was overwhelming resentment. Bordering hate, perhaps. She couldn’t respect Perrine. And being grouped with her as if they were two of a kind was insulting. Especially if the likeness binding them was Michael's possessiveness. That was all. It wasn’t jealousy. ”I bet my father could relate to that sentiment.”

Risky words. Testing any man's temper was a gamble. But Keavy liked to remind Michael that she was a person, not a possession. A person he had removed from a good life and people that loved her. All to live instead as an object he paid attention to when he wished. Not even afforded the meager ‘freedoms’ the island born women blindly enjoyed.

He leaned in, and she held her breath. Against potential retaliation and his potent scent. All warlord Prince and alluring. Even if she accused him of smelling otherwise. There was a lingering veil of ‘other’ on his skin. Now that he was near enough for her to have a proper whiff. It wasn’t familiar enough for Keavy to name. Nor was it unpleasant, even. She hated it anyway.

”Us being who, Michael?” She asked, saying his name with the wrong inflictions once again. The eye that swiveled to peek at him from the corner of its lid was nearly golden in the afternoon light. ”You and I, or you and all your “owns”?” Some of the wives had it harder than Keavy. She knew it. Violent spouses and no one to care. Or ‘proper’ wives brought into the fold because the victims of passion couldn’t possibly be worthy. Was he going to turn the house upside down with another woman? Keavy would rage.

And that wouldn’t be jealousy either.

If he meant to distract her then, he succeeded. ”Oh.” He wanted to take her out. Let her out. For a walk. Like a dog. Tongue teasing inside her lip she sighed. She was half something doggish. ”Very well.” She answered him in a near whisper to mask the measure of self loathing giving in caused. Slim red eyebrows trying to knit themselves together and bottom lip barely resisting the need to puff out.

That was swallowed too, though, her pout turning to a scowl. ”Yes, by all means dirty them as soon as they’re done.” Vanishing her needle at the last second she smirked like a child that had played a good trick. All of her small things stayed there, in her psychic cabinet. Jewels, sewing kit, the small hoop she used for embroidery, and a collection of altar candles.

Tucking her chin on her shoulder she looked at Michael for a moment. Something had put him in a very genial sort of mood. He was usually quite the creeping shadow. Standing suddenly she shook her braid out over her shoulder so it bounced down her back. ”If I have to babysit you in the market then I’ll change too.” The pale blue dress she wore was a bit loose around the waist, and the fabric so thin it would surely show her knickers in direct sun. It was comfortable for curling up in the armchair, though. ”Was my hat in the hall, or did I put it on the wardrobe.”

Bare feet silent on the floorboards she drifted towards the bedroom to find out. "And, you pick up those pants before they fall on the floor."

Michael Villiers

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Re: Shared Borders
« Reply #8 on: October 08, 2018, 02:15:08 AM »
'My father' she said, and Michael's attention flickered away, back toward the door way, out. Keavy's father might not live to feel such things, although Michael couldn't speak to it with certainty. Who knew the capacity of Keavy's native healers, after all. Michael had not been the one to see him, otherwise he would have been able to assure her of her father's fate. Which was worse, though? He dared not consider the paths beyond that question.

Observing Keavy process his invitation brought him back from his pondering, allowing his mouth to tick back up in soft pleasure. 'Oh' indeed, he thought, watching her eye, the curve of her ear, her cheek and chin. There was something of an edge to her, even softened by the sunlight and shock.

And then her frown was back, and Michael's smile turned teasing once again. "What are pants for if not for wearing." He said, hand dropping away from the vanished needle, purposeless now.

He watched her stand, swirling away in skirts and pleated hair, at once enamored and fiercely covetous. It bloomed in him, the idea to redact the opportunity, to tell her no, they would stay home and he would shadow her as he had those first months he'd had her. But that had been a tactic used early, to spark her anger, to test the willingness of her boundaries and the edges of her belief. It was not something he wished to drag into the present, his mood as light as it was.

"A wise choice, although we will see who sits on whom." He agreed, planting his fist on his chin. His other hand swept back to snatch the the hem of his pants before they could slip to the floor. "Of course, your ladyship."

With that he slid to his feet, freshly sewn pants in one hand, and began to unbind the ties on the pair he currently wore, attention away from Keavy while he did so. "And I know not where your hat might be, although my marks would be on the wardrobe."

Keavy Villiers

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Re: Shared Borders
« Reply #9 on: October 09, 2018, 12:50:24 AM »

”Hiding  your dainty ankles, perhaps.” Keavy told him over the curve of her shoulder. Chin tucked to her collar bone and eyes batting in a slow blink to make her a picture of sass. They both knew damn well there was nothing dainty on Michael.

In the doorway between bedroom and sitting room Keavy flashed him another pretty scowl. Of course he would be doing the watching. That was the fate he had resigned them to when he chose to steal a woman rather than woo one. The day she stopped looking for ways to be free would be the day she returned to Mother Night. ”So we shall.” One day he would leave for longer than his tracking spells lasted. Or he would trust her enough to forget. If all else failed she would outlive him by a century or three.

Those were daydreams for alone time, though. Not conductive for dress picking. She couldn’t see him once she had crossed the room to open the wardrobe. It smelled nice inside. Woodsy with a hint of wildflowers. When they grew in the garden or yard she would mix them with the basil she grew to make small satchels that kept all the closed up spaces in the house smelling fresh. Earthy. If she closed her eyes she could almost feel the grass under her paws.

”It is in here.” She answered him through the open door. Hat peeking out at her from the top of the wardrobe. Another daydream fading into the recesses of her mind. Tugging a yellow dress from the hanger she laid it out on the bed. Hat dragged down next and laid on the bedclothes too. The dress she wore opened down the back with a slip of her Summer-sky. Freckled shoulders and pale spine exposed.

In the next room she imagined Michael was just as bare. His body not unfamiliar, in that way of married people. If he had been An Corithe, he would have been a good mate. If he had just been a man from any place else- he could have been a good person. But he wasn’t, so Keavy turned her mind away from those thoughts too. Shaking out her hair as if that would relieve her moodiness. Free of one dress she stood a moment in just her chemise. It was all she could stand to wear underneath in the humid heat of Paon. The air in the house was pleasantly cool on her bare arms and legs, though. Then the silence in the house trickled up her back.

In a sudden hurry she stepped into the yellow dress. Its fabric a bit stiffer than the other. Slipping the bodice up she tucked her arms into the sleeveless holes. Arms both twisting behind her back to reach the buttons. She could free them with Craft but doing them up was an entirely different story. Not knowing where Michael lurked started to make her spine prickle in anxiety. ”So where was it your sister made off to anyway?” She asked aloud, listening for an answer. Or his footsteps. What was that man up to?

Michael Villiers

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Re: Shared Borders
« Reply #10 on: October 19, 2018, 01:06:36 AM »
Michael chuffed, narrowed his eyes at her pose. Dainty, Michael thought, was something not even Keavy to play at. Michael knew better than anyone that Keavy's edge was stored in all those angles. Jaw to neck, thumb to wrist. Smile hiding teeth. Dainty, like a boning knife.

He wiggled his pants down his hips, kicked them off his feet. He spared a moment to give Keavy's neat stitching a critical eye, but he couldn't find anything wrong with it, of course. Immaculate, his wife.

"I can't say I'm surprised." Maybe he'd surprise her with a hat rack for the entry way. Or another hat. Keavy needed a lot of hats, after all, being so pale. Michael slid into the mended pants with a jump, tossing the old pants over his shoulder and -- stopped. Listened to the creaking of their house, her footsteps back to their room. It was a good day to go out, now that the cloud of his emotion had passed. Wonder of wonders, that.

He shook himself at her declaration, up and out of his sudden introspection, dropped the pants over his arm shoulder and slipped down the hall. After two years with their house he knew the creaking steps, where to walk to make the least noise, and he fell easily into it. It wasn't intentional, that movement. More a pattern, a rhythm.

The sight of Keavy's hands flicking up the line of buttons on her back arrests him when he rounds the corner. Michael wasn't one for poetry, the words escaped him, but the feeling that rose in him was a warmth that almost hurt.

”So where was it your sister made off to anyway?”

"Thure." He said, voice rougher than he'd intended. He titled his head to the side, watching the play of light against her hair. "Of all places to be." He stepped forward in long strides, planting himself in her space and making to drop his chin on her head, hands coming up to rest on her waist. Maybe, after the market, he'd drag Keavy to bed, bury his nose in her hair, and just. Be. Content with everything being as it should be, where it should be.

For the half a moment that would last until Keavy devised some way to wiggle free, of course, but it would set at ease the last lingering anxiety from the past week. Until something else saw fit to rile him again.

"What would you like from the market, mine?"

Keavy Villiers

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Re: Shared Borders
« Reply #11 on: November 28, 2018, 10:28:56 PM »
Of course he wasn’t surprised. Where else could she leave the thing? The world was so damned small. Contracted down to a single house and a garden. The market if she ate crow and played pretty for him. Internalizing a sigh she moved around the now familiar room to gather her things. Make herself presentable without stirring or rousing any of Micheal’s instincts.

There were so many, when it came to warlord princes. Jealousy, Lust, Passion and Possession. The need to hunt. Keavy knew them because among her people the caste was less trainable and more feral. A girl had to know how to stay alive. Perhaps if she had been born something else she wouldn’t have. Maybe Michael would have killed her for some unwitting mistake.

But she knew the art of distraction. Had learned it before she’d been weaned from the breast. And used it now to keep her husband from stalking her to the room, where the pleasure of pouncing might outweigh the promise of an outing. When he spoke from the doorway she started. Fingers slipping from the last few buttons as she flinched instinctively at his unexpected nearness. Eyebrows knotting together she glared at him, then reached to catch the buttons again.

His answer slipped down her own throat to tickle her belly on the inside. Was it annoyance at the answer, or something else that put the grit in his tone? ”Thure?” She echoed. Two  years was long enough to have learned that Paon was a cluster of islands. Thure was the big important one, though natives to Corlay pretended otherwise. Probably the other one too. People liked to think their home was the most important place in the world.

Keavy had traveled all of Dea Al Mon. Had glimpsed Glacia, Scelt, and Little Terrielle. She knew better. The world was so much larger than these small minded islanders could fathom. ”Well she could have at least left a note. If the shoe were on the other foot, and she had to suffer your mood because of me she’d never stop harping about it.” But precious, dearest little Perri didn’t have that sort of concern for others. For anyone, really. No healer that could stand to watch others raped or forced into slavery would have a single ounce of Keavy’s respect. She knew good healers, real healers, and no one Paon should call themselves such. She hated them for allowing their men to be like Michael. All that potential lost in turning him into this.

”Salt.” She answered without thinking. Licking her lips she squirmed under his heavy touch. When had he snuck in so close? Patting his arms she cleared her throat and ducked out from under his head to grab her hat. ”We’ll see what’s there when we go. Maybe more thread.” Something to keep her hands and mind busy.

”Shall we be off then?” Had he changed his mind? He seemed content to stand there with her a hair’s breadth from his chest. Hadn’t Perrine petted him when he’d finished his scolding? Keavy swallowed her emotions. She didn’t want to do the hard work. She hadn’t upset him! Damn that girl to the gates of the High Lord himself.

Michael Villiers

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Re: Shared Borders
« Reply #12 on: December 04, 2018, 09:40:49 PM »
The way Keavy said Thure made Michael grin, broad, even if she'd never been there. Inter-island competition was one he enjoyed, especially on raids, and even if the root of Keavy's tone didn't come from the same place it still warmed him. Her little startle at his proximity inspired equal parts warmth and prickly exasperation. It was good he'd decided to return home a while. Maybe they could smooth out the tension some more.

He'd been working at her for two years, after all, as consistently as he could bring himself to. Michael did not like to admit his own folly, but he'd allow that perhaps more attention could be given to their standing.

"Wouldn't she." Michael said, less a question and not entirely amused. The idea was not pleasing, and he could feel the edge creeping back along his smile. "I'm sure you wouldn't have been so ill mannered as to leave without word." Michael liked to think himself better at tracking spells than that, at least. The idea of Keavy up and vanishing was one he liked to entertain even less than Perrine, and it took some effort to not bring let the edge flourish further. Maybe he'd send for supplies instead, and stay roosted at home.

No. No. Michael liked to be a liar even less than he liked to admit he was at fault.

Rather, perhaps in another two years they'd walk the breadth of the island. Then he'd consider taking her to Thure. Maybe.

Maybe more thread. He blinked, coming back, running over the parts of the conversation he'd missed in consideration of the future. The tips of his fingers had followed as Keavy slipped out from his space, attention fractured. He dropped his hand, mouth softening, and said instead, "Of course. Salt and thread wait for no one, after all." And Michael couldn't say he particularly wanted to be holed up in the house just then, even a part of him balked at Keavy and outside.
 

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We are an AU Black Jewels RPG that is continuously expanding the world lore to truly make it our own. Come join us and play in our sandbox!

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Witchlight is loosely based upon the Black Jewels Series by Anne Bishop though it has been adapted and expanded by our members. All lore, characters, and writing belongs to the members. Site graphics & custom codes were created by the staff. A special thanks to Wolf & Katarina for all their help with the planning of Witchlight and the writing of the base lore.

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