It is late when he gets off duty, later still when he reaches her inn room. She knows he is coming, and the door is unlocked. What does it say of her, that she will sleep without the safety of latches and padlocks for his sake, tonight?

Into the room he slips. She is awake, at least for a moment, verifying that he is himself and not an ( Read more... )

I keep getting gift art and it makes me the happiest.  I also realized I haven't posted sharing this stuff, so, here we go!

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There are images that flit flit flit through my mind, feathers and phylacteries and faces that cry out in wild ecstasy. I don't know what they are pleased for, but they are so very happy that I am almost caught up in it enough to want to scream with them.  In my dreams I dance to a symphony of ragged wingbeats and prayers. The land I inhabit is ( Read more... )

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And while there, one of the artists from the webcomic Namesake happened to be doing little $2 sketches. So I commissioned two of Llew & Sid :3


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Here's the thing.

I'm twenny seven years old. I've been living on the ocean for twenny two of them. I've been a lot of people in that time, but I ain't sure how happy I've been during all of it. There was a time when I woulda said I was the most chipper woman you could meet, when I was grinning and encouraging and there weren't anything in the ( Read more... )

She woke up bleeding.
But she'd known she would. She had to. Of late she'd felt over-emotional and raw, and her stomach's moods were just as unpredictable; it would have been too beautiful, too timely, if these were the early signs of nurturing a new life within. She wanted to start a family with him too badly, and it was only appropriate that the ( Read more... )

All men walk a line.

Some men walk a tightrope.

I walk the edge of a canyon.

Brysie holds my hand and keeps me steady. Sometimes she wants to let go. I know it. Sometimes when I almost fall off the precipice I can feel, for a moment, her fingers loosen. Those are the times when all I hear is the sound of her tears and sobs in the inferno below, a ( Read more... )

((Jack received a letter that his mother, who has been sick for a very long time, is finally about to succumb to her sickness.  He's taken Brysie to his family home in Westfall to say goodbye, but his behaviour towards her is growing increasingly erratic and abusive.  This is what happens the night his mother passes away -- with their help.))

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I have a new hat.

It's red and I almost kissed Mephest.

I hadn't seen him in so long, but then he sent a letter and showed up in Elwynn. I went to see him and we were together by the water.  He always says I'm beautiful.  Every time we're together, he says so, and I think he believes it.

We talked about the Outland. About Hyjal.  About regrets.  I ( Read more... )

It's true that I'm young.

Too young, in fact, to be the chief navigator on a warvessel as fine as Captain Wheaton's Tidecutter. A man of my age, a few summers past twenty, should be found guiding a fishing skiff or his father's tugboat, or mayhaps apprenticed beneath someone with more experience, as I was last winter. The world changed, and so, too ( Read more... )