Just keep me where the sun is.

Talon is awake when the dawn breaks through their window. The rays of the sun spill over rooftops, slip through their balcony, and kiss her shoulder. There in the delicate rise and fall of her collarbone, the night's shadows are chased away by the rose and orange glow, bringing warmth to her already golden skin. About ( Read more... )

I have been the worst about cleaning up and posting logs lately.  Probably because we do so much damned RP that I'd be spending almost as much time editing as writing.

But, I cleaned up some today.

Nicene & Balthasair:
Nov 24th - They go out for a Pilgrim's Bounty lunch. Nicene orders him food and he tries to eat it.

Vellum & Wikus:
Nov 27th - Velly ( Read more... )

To be aware of one’s self, flaws and strengths both, is one of those gifts that comes with age. I am intimately aware of my own, and while conventional wisdom states that you cannot teach an old dog new tricks, I am not one given to following adages. Ever do I strive to repair my flaws and temper my strengths, and from time to time, I succeed.

To be ( Read more... )

You remember that time when was so wrapped up in each other we ain’t even noticed th’rain movin’ in, baby?

Mmm. The sound was just a rumble somewhere in his chest, his breath and lips warm on the back of her ear. You have a way of makin’ me ignore the world, kiddo. Didn't see the clouds at all.

I ain’t seen 'em either. His hand is on her belly, and ( Read more... )

((Future, hopefully AU!))

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Swim out to the ocean
Drown your thoughts out at sea
And dip your hands in the water
The same deep water as me

It started when the sickness swept the cities. Although the Wheatons escaped onto the Tidecutter at the first mention of a plague, unwilling to risk their lives, their bull- ( Read more... )

And just like that, I don't know who the fuck I am.

We talked to Moira. She said... it. She said it's true, it's not in my head, and that after all these months of trying even when we wasn't actually trying...

Llew brought me back to Mar'at. I think we might have done it in this room here and I don't know if that's what I hope for, because when we ( Read more... )

Crumpled up and tossed into the wastebasket, the following letter will never be seen:

Dear Brysie,

Come back.  Tisn’t safe out there, and I’m worried about how unhappy you sound.  This trip is supposed to be good for you, but what good is it doing if y

Written on a fresh sheet of papyrus, neatly folded in thirds and set with the other two letters.   ( Read more... )

Sometimes I wanna tell my boy to retire. This shit is wearing on him, and I see it. Mebbe it’s just being in Uldum, mebbe it’s memories from trying to rescue his cousin and ending up half blind, but he ain't happy here at all. We been here working for weeks now, with only one trip back Stormwind way when the bosses gave us three days worth of leave ( Read more... )

There is an orange-red firebloom carefully pressed between wax paper and folded in with this letter, which is written on the same papyrus as the last.  It is a response to her 2nd letter.

Dear Brysie,

Light, lass. For all that the seas are beautiful, I think the land has so many amazing things to offer. I wager you must be witnessing some stunning ( Read more... )

The letter is written on thin yellow papyrus with a cross-hatched pattern to the fibre. Delicate stamping in a deep blue colour adorns the top left and bottom right corners.  It is in response to Brysie's first letter.

From: Finnegann Trent
           The Tidecutter
           Stormwind Harbour, Stormwind City

To:   Brysie Westing
        Wherever she ( Read more... )