“I’m sorry, I don’t know how to describe this. She’s good and kind and I feel strongly for her. I want you to know each other. It’s your right to know. She’s more than a friend to me. I do love her.”
Alastor’s mind repeated this statement, over and over until it just became ‘I love her’. He’d always thought the priest was running around on him. Why not? After all, he was never around and Eury never seemed to be around either. It had been a horrible gamble from the…
While many of us put on a happy face each day, the inner struggles we fight can be dark and consuming. These struggles are amplified by the living land of Pandaria and the physical manifestations of our feelings. Stretch your legs and take a walk through your inner psyche. What's going on that we can't see on the outside?…Continue
((I'm slow and rather busy of late - this actually took place about the time Theramore was being blown up. Thank you Fromm for letting me write you!))
It was a sound he did not notice until it stopped: the faint heartbeat rhythm of the rune Shame had sent him. The silence, once it came, was alarming.
The apothecary pulled the…Continue
There are three…
He is lovely and pure-hearted and fresh and clean.
He is still weak, but he knows how to bend the Light to his will, and does so in service to the Horde, deployed to my old battlefield of choice.
He drinks and gambles, but these problems can be rectified easily enough so long as they do not escalate into addiction. If I must do it through keeping his lips and hands occupied…Continue