Gil couldn't speculate on how things were going on outside of his home.
He couldn't tell you the latest news around the city, he couldn't tell you who had the best thistle on the Row, he couldn't point out the corrupt guards, the dirty Blood Knights.
He was too happy, too focused.
He had a son.
Bramdyn was all he could have hoped for. After losing his firstborn son, he hadn't thought he'd get another chance. However Bramdyn was growing, getting healthier, becoming more amazing to the half-elf each today. He doted on the child, and when he wasn't doting on his newborn, he was doting on his fiance.
((This is sort of a mix between my tribute for Mother's Day and also the "Springtime is for Lovers" Prompt. I hope you all enjoy. :) ))
The days within Silvermoon have been quiet lately, but still busy. I have been keeping my shop tidy and limiting my fortunes to take care of my duties at home. It's hard work being a mother, everyone really does say that, but you don't know until you try it yourself. But the day-to-day catches you and sweeps you into the next moon, and before long a year has slipped through your fingers like sand from Uldum.
Fiawyn held the carefully written flyer in her hand as she walked up to the Spire. She wasn't used to wearing so much clothing, but the event was taking place in the holy area of Silvermoon and she felt she needed to at least respect the place. She was surprised Trophis wanted to come with her, but he's the one that found the parchment posted on some bulletin board in the back alley of Murder Row. She wasn't quite sure why he was there. Was he meeting with her former supplier to get the Fel Pills in the first place? She would have to ask him about it later.
((Something I've been meaning to post since her passing this last summer. As Gunderic and Gredda were the one married couple we rp'd together on wow. I've had my mood swings since then I do want to say I'm sorry to anyone I've offended on any of my toons Teufelia, Meladela, Freyian, Ekela, or Rhagia since then. I'd like to thank, Palo, Mairead, Shryn, Kharris, Lilliana, Lilthessa, Tamlin, Saviero and Raeyth for their support and checking up on me.))
I'm too old to start over ,but life didn't give me a choice
The bracelet was tied around Dimetri's wrist before he had any ability to object. Perhaps visiting his favorite brewery of Orgrimmar wasn't the best idea while the Crown Chemical Company was in town and decorations were pink.
Like any other day since her return from the Mists, Moriurya was found in the library at her desk with a quill in hand and a journal of parchment before her. With delicate strokes, careful to keep her form and ink the same as the previous page, she recounted the knowledge she had acquired in her short tour in the foreign lands under the Warchief’s command.
She had seen war before, that was nothing new to the seasoned Captain of the 5th Farstrider Company, but fighting in those lands impacted her enough to make her silent when asked.
Gil enjoyed the winter.
There were a number of reasons he could find to dislike it. The mother of his second child had left him in the winter, never to return, his own mother had passed in a winter long before that. When he'd served in Outland, the winter, or the lack thereof always stood as a stark reminder of the absences in his life, the absence of his son, his closest friends, his home...
But he enjoyed it.
He enjoyed the way that the crunched beneath his feet, the comforting warmth of bundling up in fur-lined boots, woollen tunics and a heavy overcoat or a deep cloak.
At the moment he was enjoying both as he trod through the forest. He bent down, here and there checking tracks and smudges in the snow as he went.
June, 3 1/2 years ago
T’e rain was coming down sideways in warm sheets durin’ a summer lightning storm. Lantern light illuminated our features as he lit t’e wick in t’e darkened inn room. It smelled of cedar dust and mildewed quilts.
Palo is a mess as expected.
The sound of the plate armor came closer as Fiawyn crouched in the shadows. There were a pair of armed guards, marching in tandem down the path and towards her father's gravestone. A normal patrol for they were only carrying sabres and basic plate armor. Their helmets were adorned with feathers of the house, drooped over the metal as the rain soaked them through.
One-Two -clank, clank- Three-Four -clank, clank-
Halinor doesn't want to talk about it.
Amamara's words are just background noise to me.
But two words will stay with me
Since our love is true
Because it is a long time
Both are good things this day under a warm sun.
When those words pass through Viveanne's lovely lips
Forever is going to be a blessing.
It was a moment of quiet reflection that only comes after a battle. Sentinel Basecamp, or what’s left of it, was burning around me. Alliance and Horde soldiers lay dead throughout the base and, although we achieved our objective, it came with a high price. Without 4th squad’s ranged capabilities, 1st platoon was forced to engage close quarters from the outset. Sierra’s 2nd squad did what they could to provide some cover fire, and I’m sure that had they not done so, the entire platoon would have been lost, but still…Zorian was eager to prove his command abilities so I let him carry the ball. Ultimately, 1st platoon was successful in breaking the outer defensive line, but they’d lost 40% of their force doing it. Trophis is recovering from a leg wound and Zorian seems s
The sun set over the misty riverbank, fireflies gathered and danced near her long ears with the sweet buzzing of cicadas in harmony. Shadows fell longer and longer as the fat sun ran to hide. The air was fragrant. What particular scent mixed with the oiled leather, crisp tart apples and musky scent of the rogue holding her was impossible to say. She was too focused on the beauty of the distilled light as it danced and weaved in the shadowy forest before the moonlight descended. The rough stubble of Dayne's cheek presses into her neck and Malisson turned to face him.
((A special thanks to Heulwen-player who worked with me on this. Thanks again! Please be aware, that it is mature, but not graphic. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.))
My Dearest Teslaan,
"I haven't seen you in ages. Mahat has been keeping you on a short leash."
The man sitting across from Marcus was large and gruff. Dark brown hair, in need of a trim, hung around his brow and his ears. He only chuckled softly, but his eyes expressed a much deeper happiness. "I haven't seen you in two weeks. That ain't an age."
"It feels like an age. I remember when we spent every night in here."
Foul elements of the summing circle were mixed with a good amount of my blood.
Which I gave without a second thought
Palomia needed blood of Neltharian's rival
I knew then she loved me like Ana said.
His rival for her heart.
He embraced and kissed Palomia
It was more than I cared to see.
((This one should have been posted a while ago..))
I could slit his throat
He's on his knees in front of me
My sword arm trembles as the tip of my blade is pressed against his neck
But I can't
But I'll make him tell me the truth
If he ever loved me
Or if he just used me to an end.
The look was priceless on Teufelia's face. Since it wasn't often I'd catch my sly cousin compeletly off guard.
She took another sip from her glass of wine to wash the taste of debelief off her tongue.
"Freyian...you sure...it was ok for me to lie to you?"
I didn't even bother to hide the smirk "This one time, you're forgiven."
I think her eyes crossed when I said that..but it was hard to tell since she up ended her glass to drain the rest of it's contents.
"Listen Freyian, when you come back to your senses or sober up whichever comes first. You can yell at me about the lie." She set her glass on the table and slipped away from the bar. Off to committ some form of skullduggery somewhere I'm sure.
Teufelia's words about Ana completed the puzzle
Ana said I was the first person she was ever nice too.
Liked me..but fell for Teslaan.
She still wanted to be friends..but best we not be too close now.
Glimmer of hope.
Teufelia dashed it with her words
Ana tried to get Saviero to sleep with her.
I woke to find the morning's streaming light coming sideways through the silken tapestries hanging from the windows at the Inn in Dawn's Blossom. The light had bounced off the mechanical chair Del had made which was off to the side of the bed. Golden rays somehow managed to aim themselves right for my eyes, which is what had woken me up so early. My love still slept sweetly next to me, silver tresses loose in a curtain of moonlight. He hadn't heard me shift slowly to place a kiss upon his brow and lips before I carefully placed two socked feet on the wooden floorboards. Just this simple movement left me breathless.
She was a like a child in a candy shop
She giggled at the sights she'd never experienced before.
She enjoyed the games, pies and drinks.
The game of being "lost" in the woods.
Her white dress got soaked.
Her kiss at the end of the night was bitter sweet
It ended way too soon.
Del slowly crawled his way across the sand in the dark and cold night. A sandy breeze slithered across his dry and struggling face. Countless hours of constant strife to get to safety in a washed up shore has made him bitter, tired, worn, and completely exhausted as anyone would be. Day after day he could not feel his legs, and it was everything one would go weary and insane of in a matter of minutes or hours. There could be no worse sight than the small crater that was carved into the plated back of the Knight. With a painful groan, he gave up for the night and rolled around over a rock to use as pillow. He slowly pulled his legs to a more proper position and stared up at the stars. A full and white beard had grown on the frame of the elf, a weary sight.
"My love, where are you? Of tresses of crimson and eyes of Emerald.."
Saviero walked home from Cyrena's. The night air was calm, and a few bugs and nocturnal bats served as an ambient chirping soundtrack.
He still had the sweet smell of her in his nostrils. Despite his feelings of giddiness and the fact that everything was going right for once, he felt a little bit on edge. He was going home to the place he shared with Charlotte. She'd probably start asking questions about where he was, if she was even sober enough to notice, and that was something he wasn't ready to bring up with her yet. Charlotte and Cyrena were not the best of friends, if friends at all. The last time they were together, there had been a thin veil of civility obscuring a smoldering volcano of bitterness. They were one snarky comment away from a catfight.
Five months she has carried her. Five months of concentration. Five months of enduring bouts of illness, soreness, exhaustion, tears, and the closest connection to any individual she has ever had. She loved her child. It was not a twisted love. It was a pure one. She knew the difference innately now. Ironically it would set the tone for all future love. Children did that.
One usually does start at the beginning when one begins a tale. But the universe's story has been writing itself before I was a single filament of thought. Perhaps my own beginning then would be more of a better way to begin. Unless of course one wished to learn how my people see the world before the armies of the Horde and Alliance came to my ancestral lands, and with them the resurgence of the Sha?
Why am I here?
She couldn't remember where she'd been just now, but it certainly wasn't Netherstorm.
Her hand brushed her cheek – he'd poisoned her, that's right. Brought his dagger across her cheek, and carted her out of Silvermoon. She'd trusted him.
“She didn't have to die.”
Sierra sat in the corner of the infirmary her small leather-bound diary propped against her knee’s as she worked in the dimming candle light, she looked up over her writing at the restful form of Teslaan, her lips curved into a small smile as she watched his chest raise and lower in a steady pace. Looking back down at the book against her knees she brought the small quill up and continued her thoughts.
The Light has returned to me fully, I learnt that today again when Teslaan’s Lungs started haemorrhage. At first I’d thought it was me… typically I assumed as much, I kissed him, well after he kissed me of course, I’d have never had the courage to start such an endeavour.