#quiveringshaft

[honorbourne]

@quiveringshaft​ is treated kindly by a swordsmaster ;;

    “ Ah, sir Zero! Are you hungry mayhaps? I had an idle moment to spare after training, so I tried my hand at preparing some onigiri. You are free to partake in one if you would like. ” she graciously  OFFERS  him a rectangular plate, in which resided two rice balls, packed with a salty filling of leftover seafood.

    While it wasn’t necessarily her turn to cook at the mess hall tonight, Sayuri still sought out much needed practice. After all, managing a few basic recipes could end up being vital for their army. Besides, she was indebted to Zero for having shared one of his many precious moon viewing spots with her, despite her prior status as a complete stranger.

[rxgalitate]

“Do you know what you’ve done?” the princeling’s voice roared ---- his blatant disregard on whether or not he is heard is thrown out to the darkened open.The wretched creature before him was caught red-handed and his dirty fingertips were tainted with the slightest bit of gold. Bent down, hiding in the shadows and hapless, truly the man was wretched.

There were no witnesses that night on the thieving that had just happened. No witnesses except Krakenburg’s walls, Leo and Brynhildr’s light that was threatening to spill out ----- the only ultimatum the tome bothered to give.  

“Stealing from this castle ---- HIS castle, is directly stealing from the king himself. Such a crime merits death, don’t you agree with me, thief?” @quiveringshaft

[siderealsmoke]

@quiveringshaft

It was a similar to the first time she encountered the rogue, though this time she had not intentionally sought him out. Her ghostly pallor upturned once again, this time studying the slim crescent of the moon.

The faint flash of snowy locks as she stepped out of the woods and close to the castle walls caught her attention-- on guard duty again, so soon? Well, now seemed as good of a time as ever to poke at him. The same as the witch’s previous conversation with Zero, with a magically enhanced spring, heels click softly as she alights on the stone of the wall.

Brushing stray leaves and ash from chocolate locks turned blackened-silver, Inshel fixates the rogue with her tempest gaze.

“Hello again.”

It’s a simple greeting, but her gaze is simply curious, watching his face and reading his body language. Perhaps, he’d be willing to humor her with another small midnight chat. ...Was it midnight? Her sense of timing was quite twisted from disappearing into the woods for hours like she had. The thought crosses her mind, that he might ask where she’d come from, but then again, this was Zero. He was more likely to toss her off the wall than to poke about her appearance.

Arms folding behind her back, Inshel stretches with a small noise, causing small cracks in her shoulders.

“I don’t suppose you want to be bothered, but passing by...it occurs to me there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”

Skin crinkling around her eyes, a smile causes her markings to flare up, lighting up the immediate area, again, reminiscent of fireflies.

[tomeatoes-blog]

@quiveringshaft

( Only a startled voice echoing behind him, the breeze of flying unrestrained - NO. FALLING. FALLING. FALLING - and nothingness. )

He awakes, startled - grasping at the book nestled beneath him ; Brynhildr his mind supplies. To the man beside him, not a single detail conjures - ever so cautiously he nudges him with his foot. Did this man attack him or was equally a victim? If they were pitted against one another, he was nearly certain he would recall this man.

“Are you injured?” 

One knee to the ground, another shake - oh, is he breathing?  “If you can move, I’m afraid we must do so soon. Something about this meadow feels vulnerable. If you’re hurt I can assist you.”

[sonofawar-blog]

  +quiveringshaft

“O h- !     Do excuse my staring a bit back there.”

{ There was always a belief of his that the things under one’s charge can define one’s person  in many ways. Retainers were definitely no exception from this rule. In fact, they were the most telling. They told of what one valued in combat and character. Yet here stood a puzzle before Lisandro’s eyes. }

     “I was just piecing together how someone like  your  L o r d                                decided to hire someone of your  s k  i l l.”

[martyrwept]

@quiveringshaft ——– ♕ THE TASTE OF BITTER FREEDOM was the sweetest ambrosia, nectar ‘pon which many insignificant creatures have clawed in DESIRE for. the illusory divinity, which people would WORSHIP in the false sense of HOPE, was but a woman, steeped in liquefied MOONLIGHT.  back, straight as a LONGBOW, but a risible attempt to GRASP that ever elusive FREEDOM. rhadamanthine spilled from lips so rosy, petal-soft.               ❝ sir, it would be wise to remove yourself from my presence at once.❞               gripped in those lily-whites was the TRIDENT, gleaming in a withering ghost-light. the doorway to the fleuret manor was but WITHIN her reach.              ❝ no, let me retract my previous statement… ❞                           EMPYREAL blues (but a mendacious bravado) met his jocular orb. silver was his tresses, framed ‘pon countenance wicked.               ❝ how much do you charge for your services? ❞

[ichorcorvus-blog]

continued ( x ) @quiveringshaft

In a storm of crows; wings a flurry, beating away, the feathered storm leaves behind none other than one plegian mage, undeterred by the refusal. As they clear to the skies perched upon branches of trees, silhouette illuminated by the backdrop of the moon, animatedly he flails his own arms in an attempt to block any escapes.

A little bounce in each step, cape trailing, his steps finally stop directly in front Zero.

“Come on, pleaaaase?”

( Well, a bunch of old wise people did say nothing was ever free. )

“What if I trade you something for it? What can I give you? I can make someone die! What about if I use one of my super secret hexes on whoever you want. Oh, oh! I know, I can give you one of the eyes I took from the previous battle, I have a nice blue one that looks just like yours! It’s not smooshed, not even a little!”

[bewitchingness-blog]

@quiveringshaft

     “Always gazing at that moon of yours… I hope I won’t have      to compete with it for your attention.”

A soft chuckle escaped her as her gentle hand reached out to grasp at his bigger, rougher hand ( though, only rougher by a little; her hand knew many blisters from gripping her axe ). It was a joke, of course, but his patterns were rather predictable to her now after so many years. Her retainer enjoyed wandering from her side every now and then, but she always knew where to find him during the dark nights. He loved the moon; it was almost poetic.

Camilla leaned against him, violet eyes gazing upwards at the night sky with him. A soft, comfortable silence passed between the two, her thumb rubbing the back of his hand ever so lovingly.

     “I wonder… Why do you gaze so lovingly up at the moon      every night? It’s something that’s been on my mind for a      while. Will you indulge me, just a little?”