DAIMD
orc.
arcane mage.
loves a blood elf.
hates the alliance.

Name: Daimd
Titles: Daimd the Unknown Father, Daimd the Sometimes-Traveller, Daimd the Damned, Daimd the Dreamless Sleeper
Height: Average.
Weight: Higher than average.
Build: Extremely burly.
Hair Color: Dark purple.
Eye Color: Green.
Handedness: Heavily left-handed, capable of ( Read more... )

You wonder if you'll ever say it ( Read more... )

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Daimd is unfamiliar with the sting of rejection. So rarely has he ever wanted anything from the world and its inhabitants that it has been rarer still for him to find himself denied. Word of his sexual prowess circulated quick and easy through his tribe, and he was never turned down when in search of coupling ( Read more... )

You catch yourself staring. Not wanting, not needing, only staring-studying. There are so many things about him that you already know, and yet so many more that you still need to memorise. You study the sway of his hips as walks, absorbed in nothing but thoughts of how they move. You obsess with his grip on the swords he carries, the way it ( Read more... )

He imagines what he might do if Quinn bid him control himself. He thinks of the ramrod discipline he applied to his magical training, and allows optimism to flourish ( Read more... )

They fucked whenever the need took them, to hell and back with anyone who observed or thought they might protest. Daliquinn's acid tongue and Daimd's careless shows of teeth kept the world at bay, and they lost themselves in one another time and time again. The language of the body was strong and fierce and rough, but full of an honesty that ( Read more... )

“Quinn.” He stepped closer, offering the hilt of the knife to Daliquinn. “Make me yours.”

The elf's expression flickered between dark displeasure and allured fantasy; Daimd could see his attention drawn to the knife. He spoke with carefully steady inflection. “You are mine, beast ( Read more... )

It hurts to never hear “I'm sorry ( Read more... )

“How old is she, Valla?”
“She chose you, and you left her.”
“Please, Valla.”
“Do you know how much hurt you caused her?”
“Please.”
“Do you know how insulting this is?”
“Please.”
“Daimd.”
“Please, Valla.”
“Twelve years. She has seen twelve summers without you here.”... I will wither long before you cease to greet the endless summer of your youth, my ( Read more... )