1st of Winter 514 AV
Kvist didn't even feel his legs as he ran down the street. It was a few miles short of an all out sprint. In the cold winter night, it bit into him, but he didn't care at all. Something else was on his mind. Something much more important than himself. Blood covered part of his visage. The right side of his face had been splattered with blood. It was not his own, it belonged to select pieces of scum that the knight ddn't think about the blood he had spilt this night. He felt more at easy that way. Leaving those who had died in the past, beyond his thoughts. Though he did leave a pattern of blood from his shoulder. One that had been injured through the chain mail. It was a superficial wound, but it had still caked his armour. Once he had finished talking to S'Essy, he would have to get her to check on it.
He turned a right. The walls of the Quay could be seen. The larger gatehouse was also within view. As Morwen's winter bit into him he slowed himself. Feet slid across the road. Heart pounded like he had been hunted by wild dogs. Through the gate house he hurried. Crossed the open area and entered the main building. One of the few buildings outside of Syliras where Kvist might feel safe as he slept. Especially in the anarchistic city of Sunberth. One of the few places he dared leave S'Essy alone in Sunberth.
The knight climbed the stairs. Moved stealthily by the rooms that did not belong to him. A hand pushed open the door to their shared room. Kvist felt his heart beat ever harder. His human heart. The heart blessed by a god. He moved into the room and his eyes searched the blue tinted room as Leth bathed it with his blueish hue.
His breath was quick and shallow as he tried to calm his heart. Thoughts raced. Kvist knew it couldn't be far beyond midnight. Hopefully his love would not yet be in bed, he didn't like the idea of waking her up. The little girl he had saved today was too sharp a reminder for the knight to focus on more important things. Eyes scanned the room and there was a shadow cast upon the bed. He saw her standing by the window. The blue light emphasised her beautiful and mesmerising. He was no poet, far from it, so his mind remained still and merely enjoyed the sight. A firm smile as he moved through the room as stealthily as he could. She would probably hear him despite his efforts, but still. He hoped for the small surprise as he reached between her arms and body and rested his hands upon her belly.
”Thinking about a late night swim?” Markus smiled as his chin rested on her left shoulder and he looked out their window at the sea. He would be content standing there for a chime or two. Finding his calm after a long day. The eagerness he felt earlier, the haste with which he had moved seemed irrelevant in her presence. He felt calm in her presence as he rested his chin on her shoulder and watched her beloved sea. Didn't even pay any attention to his injured shoulder.
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Kvist didn't even feel his legs as he ran down the street. It was a few miles short of an all out sprint. In the cold winter night, it bit into him, but he didn't care at all. Something else was on his mind. Something much more important than himself. Blood covered part of his visage. The right side of his face had been splattered with blood. It was not his own, it belonged to select pieces of scum that the knight ddn't think about the blood he had spilt this night. He felt more at easy that way. Leaving those who had died in the past, beyond his thoughts. Though he did leave a pattern of blood from his shoulder. One that had been injured through the chain mail. It was a superficial wound, but it had still caked his armour. Once he had finished talking to S'Essy, he would have to get her to check on it.
He turned a right. The walls of the Quay could be seen. The larger gatehouse was also within view. As Morwen's winter bit into him he slowed himself. Feet slid across the road. Heart pounded like he had been hunted by wild dogs. Through the gate house he hurried. Crossed the open area and entered the main building. One of the few buildings outside of Syliras where Kvist might feel safe as he slept. Especially in the anarchistic city of Sunberth. One of the few places he dared leave S'Essy alone in Sunberth.
The knight climbed the stairs. Moved stealthily by the rooms that did not belong to him. A hand pushed open the door to their shared room. Kvist felt his heart beat ever harder. His human heart. The heart blessed by a god. He moved into the room and his eyes searched the blue tinted room as Leth bathed it with his blueish hue.
His breath was quick and shallow as he tried to calm his heart. Thoughts raced. Kvist knew it couldn't be far beyond midnight. Hopefully his love would not yet be in bed, he didn't like the idea of waking her up. The little girl he had saved today was too sharp a reminder for the knight to focus on more important things. Eyes scanned the room and there was a shadow cast upon the bed. He saw her standing by the window. The blue light emphasised her beautiful and mesmerising. He was no poet, far from it, so his mind remained still and merely enjoyed the sight. A firm smile as he moved through the room as stealthily as he could. She would probably hear him despite his efforts, but still. He hoped for the small surprise as he reached between her arms and body and rested his hands upon her belly.
”Thinking about a late night swim?” Markus smiled as his chin rested on her left shoulder and he looked out their window at the sea. He would be content standing there for a chime or two. Finding his calm after a long day. The eagerness he felt earlier, the haste with which he had moved seemed irrelevant in her presence. He felt calm in her presence as he rested his chin on her shoulder and watched her beloved sea. Didn't even pay any attention to his injured shoulder.
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