Recent content by Lachlan Irwin

The problem with not being able to feel meant you were incapable of feeling your own lie. Lachlan saw through her words, had stared at her eyes and saw it plain as day. He smirked, smug and triumphant, but kept it to himself. No need to call it to attention in the case Odessa began to mask her...

Lachlan was too large in physique to move with a grace that took years of training and discipline. He was slower, not as nimble, but as soon as he saw the shift in Thraah's stance, he jumped back and narrowly missed her hard swing. "Oi!" He called out, frowning at her. "Stop there." A few more...

Lachlan anticipated the lunge, stepping back onto his foot and spinning round just in time to watch Thraah finish her follow through. When she made the same attacking move, Lachlan too kept evading and turning to block with his arm guard or evade another quick advance from the other Initiate...

Lachlan had been curious of the origins of his friend, only knowing enough from what he had gleaned in his short time at the Academy. Some Proctors poked fun at his circumstance, some called him a shit. Initiates had plenty to say about him, often lamenting that Ivan was a well known skirt...

"Weapons sound good." He had gone without his twin swords that day, but the Academy and his life on Vel Odren had better prepared him to still be a force without being armed proper. "Quinnick ain't the greatest in swordcraft, but she's fast." Meaning she was good at evading. "Swing at my...

"I skipped class because I do not want to do the thinking... but training is a good way to let one's mind sort itself better afterwards. C'mon.... think of this like... Anirball training. Deep observational awareness to be a better player." He was more warrior than scribe, and always believed he...

"But I am here to---" the door closed shut, "--- escort... you to dinner..." Lachlan sighed, breaking his military stance to turn round on Odessa, breaking from her grip at his arm. There was a heat in his gaze, an unspoken fire that he wished to force upon her his frustrations and anger. He...

Lachlan let out a chuckle and shook his head as Ivan lifted his shirt, showing off what years of training at the Academy rewarded him with. Bottle to his lips, he was still smiling as he looked to the rest of the crew, waving off Ivan's chiseled abs. "Fucking wanker." Lachlan didn't have the...

Lachlan made a face, "Ugh. Not after she showed her true colours." Which meant Livia had rejected his advances and said some choice words to his very own vulgar advancement towards her. "Nah, you haven't been watching her very well. It's something I like to do when I take a five minute break...

Lachlan watched Ivan as he told a story that was familiar but told in other ways on different tongues. The fact some of the girls that graced his bed nonchalantly spoke of their own horrors of the Academy back in it's heydays often left him not in the mood, but they were quick to show him other...

Cute, he thought to himself to keep from sighing and rolling his eyes at her attempt. He had felt the floorboards shift moments before the tip of the dagger pressed at his spine. It was uncomfortable more than anything, but he felt it not wise to correct the girl. Instead, he let out a chuckle...

With a sigh, Lachlan fell into his seat in their carriage and stared out the window. Fuck was he glad his family was small, that he wasn't some stuck up noble that only wished for the best outcome for themselves. They didn't speak, barely acknowledged each other's presence until it came to...

The harshness of Odessa's words struck him, drawing his gaze to watch her as she continued to speak. But he also did not fault her either. "I reckon things have changed plenty with this revolution. Feels like the child soldiers no longer have the fear to incite in many, instead we have to...

Again, Lachlan found Odessa odd, but he did not voice it aloud either. He was sure the Lady Elara would hear him. "I like my magic..." He replied simply, and there was quiet again between them. Clearing his throat, he swallowed his food and looked to her with a shrug. "Not many expect it, is...

While Odessa read whatever book that had kept her occupied the past few hours, Lachlan had taken a nap, only to be roused by their driver to come help set up lunch for the Lady Elara. When Urahil finally graced them with her presence, Lachlan was allowed to eat. Lachlan was not great cooking...