Finally, he reaches the tents with the Anthem's red sigils. Their band of mercenaries can afford to have charms of protection sung into their oilskins, but even so, they adhere to a strict watch roster; Davor believes it keeps them sharp, keeps their skills whetted.
so.
genius. omg.
"I've eaten," Tiemann says, and the image of Archuleta's dark head bent over the plateful of simple market fare rises unbidden in his mind, together with the rush of quick blood to his face.
THE IMAGERY. THE WORDS. YOUR WORDS. OMG. HOW ARE YOU REAL.
Skib looks up at this, his eyes narrowing. "So it would seem," he says. "Whom did you meet in the lacing parlor, Tiemann? You have new inkspell, and there is something else as well."
THERE IS SOMETHING. ELSE. AS WELL. OMFG.
Andersson the axeman is sprawled on his front, leg propped out stiffly before him - he's having the wound he'd taken during their last campaign seen to by their camp physician.
ANDERSSON. OMFG. I LOVED THIS SO HARD. YOU ARE SUCH A GENIUS WITH ~NAMES.
Melua's frowning in concentration as she puts her singing bowl down, muttering to herself in her mother tongue. Tiemann's facility with languages is excellent, but it doesn't extend to that of the Kingdom of Goryeo.
JAY. I LOST MY SHIT WHEN I READ THIS. LOLZ FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE.
1. You made me (presumptuous to assume it's me?!). In the barbarian story. I. I don't even know. OMFG. 2. IT IS NOT CRACK. AT ALL. HOW DID YOU EVEN FIT THIS IN HERE WITHOUT MAKING IT CRACK. YOUR WORDS = ALL THINGS. 3. GORYEO. OMFG JAY. I CANNOT EVEN HANDLE THIS.
the affection and respect is mutual: for instance, if Dave as much as looked at her with his usual amorous intent, Tiemann would stab him unquestioningly.
I am dying. From this. I love it with all of my heart. OMG.
"I met a talented artisan in the town," Tiemann says, casually, dropping the skins from around his shoulders and exposing his new charm to the light. "You should consider an appropriate ward, Andersson, I believe it will assist."
I LOVE. THIS. OMG. THIS JUST CALLS FOR ~SEQUEL. AS;KDFJ;ALDSFJ;ALSDKFJLKSDF.
His touch is light, and fire, rain on a parade. His eyes are like one thing in this life that's true, a breath that only I can breathe.
jay. no. words. omfg. i am just. this is more. than anything i could have ever hoped for. what. what is this magic.
He falls asleep to the sound of Archuleta's luminous voice, singing his spells into Tiemann's skin, into Tiemann's heart.
THE BIGGEST AND BOLDEST FONTS COULD NEVER EVER DESCRIBE MY LOVE FOR THIS.
I think it is legit my favorite N/A verse ever. OMG.
Re: Interlude [PG]
Date: 2010-01-21 02:32 am (UTC)so.
genius. omg.
"I've eaten," Tiemann says, and the image of Archuleta's dark head bent over the plateful of simple market fare rises unbidden in his mind, together with the rush of quick blood to his face.
THE IMAGERY. THE WORDS. YOUR WORDS. OMG. HOW ARE YOU REAL.
Skib looks up at this, his eyes narrowing. "So it would seem," he says. "Whom did you meet in the lacing parlor, Tiemann? You have new inkspell, and there is something else as well."
THERE IS SOMETHING. ELSE. AS WELL. OMFG.
Andersson the axeman is sprawled on his front, leg propped out stiffly before him - he's having the wound he'd taken during their last campaign seen to by their camp physician.
ANDERSSON. OMFG. I LOVED THIS SO HARD. YOU ARE SUCH A GENIUS WITH ~NAMES.
Melua's frowning in concentration as she puts her singing bowl down, muttering to herself in her mother tongue. Tiemann's facility with languages is excellent, but it doesn't extend to that of the Kingdom of Goryeo.
JAY. I LOST MY SHIT WHEN I READ THIS. LOLZ FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE.
1. You made me (presumptuous to assume it's me?!). In the barbarian story. I. I don't even know. OMFG.
2. IT IS NOT CRACK. AT ALL. HOW DID YOU EVEN FIT THIS IN HERE WITHOUT MAKING IT CRACK. YOUR WORDS = ALL THINGS.
3. GORYEO. OMFG JAY. I CANNOT EVEN HANDLE THIS.
the affection and respect is mutual: for instance, if Dave as much as looked at her with his usual amorous intent, Tiemann would stab him unquestioningly.
I am dying. From this. I love it with all of my heart. OMG.
"I met a talented artisan in the town," Tiemann says, casually, dropping the skins from around his shoulders and exposing his new charm to the light. "You should consider an appropriate ward, Andersson, I believe it will assist."
I LOVE. THIS. OMG. THIS JUST CALLS FOR ~SEQUEL. AS;KDFJ;ALDSFJ;ALSDKFJLKSDF.
His touch is light, and fire, rain on a parade. His eyes are like one thing in this life that's true, a breath that only I can breathe.
jay. no. words. omfg. i am just. this is more. than anything i could have ever hoped for. what. what is this magic.
He falls asleep to the sound of Archuleta's luminous voice, singing his spells into Tiemann's skin, into Tiemann's heart.
THE BIGGEST AND BOLDEST FONTS COULD NEVER EVER DESCRIBE MY LOVE FOR THIS.
I think it is legit my favorite N/A verse ever. OMG.
JAY.
i think i love you. ♥.
Just.
THANK YOU.